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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 31, 2011 21:39:00 GMT -8
She paused for a long moment before looking over. "I would like to remember what the world was like before war tore it apart," she said softly, and nearly winced backward once she realized she'd spoke that aloud. Instead she remained completely upright, spine rigid, and looked at him.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 31, 2011 21:42:20 GMT -8
He considered that for a long moment and then nodded. "Makes sense."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 31, 2011 21:54:05 GMT -8
Clara blinked at him and glanced away after another moment. "I'm sorry," she mumbled. "It's hardly a happy topic."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 31, 2011 21:56:47 GMT -8
He shrugged. "Life in general ain't a happy topic, so conversation sure as hell doesn' need t' be."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 31, 2011 22:01:01 GMT -8
Her head turned back to look at him for a long moment. "Perhaps not," she murmured. One ear flickered as the song changed again and she stood, holding at a paw in a silent question.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 31, 2011 22:05:18 GMT -8
He blinked at her in mild surprise before offering her a slight smile and rising. He gently took her paw, guiding her back to the dancefloor.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 31, 2011 22:16:55 GMT -8
She allowed him to lead again, one ear still flickering. She honestly wasn't sure what she was doing, but she enjoyed these dances far more than she had ever given them credit for.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 31, 2011 22:27:39 GMT -8
He guided her through the steps, feeling at his ease on the dancefloor. It was nice to have a partner who could dance and knew how to follow the cues given.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 31, 2011 22:37:00 GMT -8
Honestly, she was surprised how much she enjoyed the dances. Considering how vehemently she protested Jazz music it was... oddly soothing when danced too. When danced to well anyway.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 31, 2011 22:42:38 GMT -8
Jerrie cued her through another turn, drawing her in to closed position, his paw on her back. His green eyes watched her for any sign that she objected to that, if there was it would be easy enough to get back out of.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 31, 2011 22:50:21 GMT -8
Her back stiffened for a moment, half stumbling over the next step before adjusting to doing the dance in a closed position. Once she adjusted to it through, she glanced up and realized how close he was. But... it was just a dance. That's how cats danced together. It would be fine.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 31, 2011 22:55:48 GMT -8
At her stiffening he hesitated, not enough to trip them up, but enough to be almost noticeable. He glanced down at her, registering her proximity and after a couple of more basic steps in closed position, lead her through another set of turns, ending them in open position.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 31, 2011 23:02:27 GMT -8
She let out a slow breath. "I didn't mind," she murmured. "Just surprised me was all..." Perhaps a bit of a lie, but a bit of truth too.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 31, 2011 23:06:26 GMT -8
He offered her a bit of a smile at that. "Good t' know. This song's better suited t' more motion than that allows though."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 31, 2011 23:07:34 GMT -8
She offered him a flickering smile. "True," she murmured.
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