[ 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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[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 ]