[He takes her dismissal as he takes most interactions with other people: at face value. For a man with a such complex psychiatric condition, he's very straightforward in both his approach and reaction to others. He takes the word of those he trusts at face value, and, despite everything that happened on Pandora, he still trusts Angel.
So he lets it drop.]
...Yeah?
[She's mentioned dancing a few times now, so he assumes it must be something she's very interested in doing. While the word still gives him a twinge of discomfort, he's far more interested in making Angel happy than in paying attention to bad feelings. So if she wants to dance, he'll gladly dance with her...or do his best, in any case.]
[ Okaaaay she's really doing this then. She takes a few steps forward, close enough that she can reach out and take his hand. It'd take a while to lead him back to the dance floor, she figures, and the music is still audible out here, so the balcony will do.
She holds out her other hand, palm up, indicating he should rest his in it. ]
[He looks down at her offered hand, and reaches out with his free hand to hold it as directed. Once again he's struck by the size difference. Hers are so small compared to his, he's almost afraid that he might break them if he moves his fingers wrong.
He returns his gaze to her face, attentive and ready to hear the next step.]
[ Angel tries to remember how Krieg had maneuvered them before, how he'd moved his feet to the beat of the music. She'd been so caught up in the moment, she hadn't gotten a chance to really memorize it all before it was over. But she's a girl genius right? If she can recite pie she can dance a simple waltz. ]
Something like this.
[ She tries using muscle memory, taking a step forward and gesturing he should take one back as she does so before stepping to the side, then back again. She's kinda got it? ]
[He feels stiff and awkward, but does his best to ignore that and follow her direction, staring at their feet as they cautiously move together. There's a familiar twinge of nostalgia as they complete a set, but he crushes it down as soon as it starts niggling at him. His movements as they begin the second set are still clumsy, but have gained a small amount of certainty.
It's still miles behind where he had been when he'd just done it without thinking.]
How's this?
[He glances up at her face very briefly as he asks his question, before returning his attention to their feet.]
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fuelthefire) wrote2017-12-10 05:40 pm
Olympia-Wyver Holiday Ball: Angel
[He takes her dismissal as he takes most interactions with other people: at face value. For a man with a such complex psychiatric condition, he's very straightforward in both his approach and reaction to others. He takes the word of those he trusts at face value, and, despite everything that happened on Pandora, he still trusts Angel.
So he lets it drop.]
...Yeah?
[She's mentioned dancing a few times now, so he assumes it must be something she's very interested in doing. While the word still gives him a twinge of discomfort, he's far more interested in making Angel happy than in paying attention to bad feelings. So if she wants to dance, he'll gladly dance with her...or do his best, in any case.]
Okay. Teach me!
hey fuck off
She holds out her other hand, palm up, indicating he should rest his in it. ]
Take my hand? Please.
never!!!
He returns his gaze to her face, attentive and ready to hear the next step.]
What next?
no subject
Something like this.
[ She tries using muscle memory, taking a step forward and gesturing he should take one back as she does so before stepping to the side, then back again. She's kinda got it? ]
no subject
It's still miles behind where he had been when he'd just done it without thinking.]
How's this?
[He glances up at her face very briefly as he asks his question, before returning his attention to their feet.]