[ where are we? out in the wild! it's probably the ballroom as yves is admiring the grandeur of it all with very much country bumpkin energy. oh to be a lil fish out of water in such a grand place
and when he sees w, he brightens up. despite everything, he really is so happy and fond of her and that comes through clear as day ]
[ help! he's a little amused, but unfortunately he's still just as sincere as ever! it's just a bit playful.... ]
I'm just going off of what little girls told me happens at dances in their storybooks? We'd play sometimes at the orphanage, and that's the most experience I've gotten.
[ and he'll gently rearrange their hands before reaching out to let his hand rest at the middle of her back politely, bringing them into the position for a very simple waltz. he matches the rhythm of the piano to the best of his ability, but he's clearly guessing ]
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week 4, tuesday morning
and when he sees w, he brightens up. despite everything, he really is so happy and fond of her and that comes through clear as day ]
Wiš'adel! You know how to dance?
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[sorry, give her a second, she's dealing with getting smacked in the metaphorical face by those emotions?? what. what the fuck.]
-nah, I never really learned or anything.
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but it's yves ]
Me neither! Wanna learn together? We can fumble around and just have fun.
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[lmao. she's just teasing, though.]
I'm not gonna be nice about it if you step on my feet!
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I wouldn't expect you to be! It'll keep me on my toes.
[ but he'll hold his hand out to her, still so fond and light-hearted ]
Seems like as good a time as any to learn.
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[she accepts that hand, trying to shove that fond, lighthearted feeling aside. stop thattt.]
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[ and unfortunately he won't, he'll just bring her hand up to kiss the back of it like a gentleman ]
Thanks for humoring me.
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[her hand tenses like she's about to reflexively yank it back, vibes shifting to a little more flustered.]
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I'm just going off of what little girls told me happens at dances in their storybooks? We'd play sometimes at the orphanage, and that's the most experience I've gotten.
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[stop being so otome at her it is so fucking foreign to her life experiences...]
...now what?
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he is posterboy ]
Something like this, I think?
[ and he'll gently rearrange their hands before reaching out to let his hand rest at the middle of her back politely, bringing them into the position for a very simple waltz. he matches the rhythm of the piano to the best of his ability, but he's clearly guessing ]