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[memlost]

[An upbeat male voice comes on:]

Hey, it's Morgan! If you were expecting a girl, you picked the wrong picture. If not, then congratulations! But sorry too, because this means I've missed you. Leave a message!

[Beep.]

(( ooc: feel free to use this for face-to-face interactions as well! just leave a date and voice/action/etc. in the header. ))

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[memlost]

Mm. But where there's a will, there's a way! I don't suppose you know much about dancing?

[bloodandblunder]

[ There's actually a rather hefty pause here. ]

... Er, not much. Inigo's mother tried teaching me some of Father's worship dances, after he died, but I was never very good at it.

[memlost]

Oh! I don't think that's the sort of thing I'm expected to know, but color me curious. Do you remember much?

[ She can't mention these things and hope to escape!! ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ o h ..... ]

A... a bit? I'm still really not that good...

[memlost]

I've never seen a worship dance before, so my standards are rock bottom. No worries!

[ And look at him, he's in a dumb bright orange shirt. If there is one loser here, it will not be Noire. ]

[bloodandblunder]

B-but if you actually wanted to learn a dace, it should be a partner dance, right? I don't think court dances are ones you do on your own, and this one doesn't require--

[ Who's nervous? Noire's nervous. ]

[memlost]

[ He brings a hand to her cheek, trying to soothe her nerves a little. ]

Look, you don't have to do anything you'd rather not. It was just an idea -- I think I can manage to live without it.

[bloodandblunder]

[ The gesture at least subdues her, and Noire falls silent, biting her lip.

... And then she lifts a hand to press against his, voice small. ]

I know you said you didn't have any standards, but if I disappoint you...

[memlost]

You won't.

[ He leans toward her and rubs her cheek gently with his thumb. ]

If it helps, you can put me on file for owing you one embarrassing act.

[bloodandblunder]

I-I wouldn't! [ but she smiles, sheepishly, and ducks her head. ]

Then, just a little... all right?

[memlost]

All right!

[ oh no she's the cutest... He grins and gives her temple a smooch. Cuz he can. There was a time when he couldn't... That was a bleak ten minutes ago. ]

Is there a song to go along with it?

[bloodandblunder]

[ Morgan, King of Holding Back. ]

Er-- there is, but I think I might just hum it.

[memlost]

Works for me. Ready when you are!

[ It probably won't help that he's totally staring expectantly at her now... sorry... ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ No, not at all. It's why she's fidgeting and staring at the ground, before she squeezes her eyes shut for a few brief seconds, then begins with a very nervous hum. It'll get more musical in the next few seconds, when she slowly goes through the steps, hands lifted in supplication, the twirl meant to represent new opportunities...

Well, it's very much a dance. ]

[memlost]

[ Oooh. How... sacred. The moves do seem to have a certain worshippy weight to them... Moreover, it certainly is Noire dancing(!!). He can't say he ever expected to see such a thing in his lifetime. So he makes for a fascinated audience, soaking in Noire's performance for as long as it will last.

When it looks like she's about done, he bursts into applause. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ And she startles back to attention, turning pink as she glances back at him. ]

I-it wasn't that impressive...

[memlost]

No, it was wonderful! You're usually so... tense? Restrained? Posture-wise, I mean. So seeing you open up a little is a treat!

[bloodandblunder]

I'm not sure if this is going to help you any, though. [ but at least he got her to smile. ]

[memlost]

Maybe not on the dancing front, but I certainly feel refreshed!

[ If not because of her actual dancing skill, then because of her smile. He stands and leaves his rag on Forseti so he can step over to her, one hand outstretched. ]

Let's see if I remember anything about paired dancing.

[bloodandblunder]

[ well, this just got a lot more embarrassing. But it's also Morgan, so Noire slowly places her hand in his with no further protest. Except-- ]

I might step on your feet...

[memlost]

I'll take the risk. And hey, maybe I'll end up stepping on yours first!

[ He places his other hand on the small of her waist, because that seems... correct... and arranges them into an approximation of what they should... probably look like. CLOSE ENOUGH. ]

Hmm... This is actually kind of intimate, isn't it?

[bloodandblunder]

Morgan... you've already tackled me.

[ Granted, this is a lot more romantic than eating dirt, even if she has no idea if any of this is right. ]

[memlost]

[ NEITHER DOES HE. But there's no faster way to learn/discover than by jumping out of the nest, birdlike. Even so, he takes his time getting to the actual dancing. Sometimes it's just nice to hold her a little. ]

Hehe. Is that how you felt at the time? Intimacy wasn't the goal, but I suppose you can't help feeling what you're feeling...

[bloodandblunder]

It was a little embarrassing... but I think I was more surprised and winded, than anything.

[ She certainly hadn't been enjoying it like this. ]

[memlost]

Understandable. We've come a long way since then, huh?