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Why was he smiling? Did he know something she didn't know? Was there something funny on her face? Kurumi blinked at him for a few moments wonder what was going on in his head until he verbalized what she HOPED were his actual thoughts. "A...little..." she admitted sheepishly looking down at the ground. "I-I've only ever danced with someone once...but it wasn't proper like this..." Call her innocent and whatnot, but the only dancing she had ever done involved a fan or pretending to be a fisherman. His next comment confused her though. "L-L-Last time I checked I was one..." Unless she really was part house elf and then she wasn't sure.
She began to tug on her long black hair a bit and squeaked once again. She wasn't good at blending in? Story of her life really. It was all she ever wanted to do though...go by unnoticed. "I-I-I wish I was better at it..." she replied with a weak smile. Whatever undertone had had been going for with that remark had been immediately lost in translation.
"Would saying I would rather be in a room full of cockroaches be a sufficient answer?" She peeked back out at the dance floor and her frown deepened a bit. "I-I-I don't suppose you are good at dancing?" Because, having a partner who at least knew something would be helpful. But...seeing as most people were already paired off...Kurumi would take what she could get.
Oh wow. She sounded so much like him. Shaking his hindquarters in his underpants whilst brushing his pearly whites was the only thing remotely close to dancing that he ever did. And yet some people refuse to accept it as form of dancing. Snapping out of his thoughts, he refocused on Miss Splutters who continued to stammer away. "
I believe you now, although you don't look like the type who'd avoid dancing." He said with a shrug before sliding down the wall he was leaning against to sit on the ground. "
I'd suggest you follow suit or else you'd be bouncing on one toe sooner or later." He spoke in a nonchalant tone with one of his '
I'm-now-flirting-with-you-even-though-I-fail-at-it' smiles.
Did she just squeak or was it the floorboards? Either way, he had no interest in it because right now, all he could see was hair and lots of it. Miss Splutters hair were exceptionally long, thick and left him drowning in a puddle of envious and enraptured drool. "
What did you do to your hair?" He asked, knotting his eyebrows as she tugged on her hair. "
Don't do that!" He almost reached over to slap her hand away from the raven locks - HER RAVEN LOCKS - but stopped. Too weird.
Clearing his throat in an attempt to clear his head, he listed to her comparison and nodded. "
You, my dear, are suffering from dance-o-phobia." Was there an actual term for it? If not, he can invite her to brainstorm one. And then, she assumed, out of thin air, that he failed at dancing. "
And why do you suppose that?" He questioned, scratching some invisible gunk off his jeans. With a soft smile perched on his lips, he glanced at her, waiting for the sputtering to begin.
It was kind of cute.
Her sputtering.
