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jathis:

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"Oh dont you worry~ I have been classically trained for years. I used to go to this dance class, we did English Line dancing and Waltz. Well I took that class till I was 15." he said as he got onto the floor and gave the other a formal bow. Kevin placed a hand on his other’s hip and took a hand in his own. "Just relax and allow me to lead you" he said as he reached one foot back before pulling his friend into a waltz.

Kevin nodded, returning the bow as best as he could. The mood regulators made it easy for him to not panic as much as he probably would have without them but there was no denying the way his heart was racing as his friend placed a hand on his hip before taking the other into his own. He really didn’t want to mess this up.

He gasped as he was pulled into the waltz, black eyes looking down at their feet, mindful of where Kevin was placing his before moving with him, nervously giggling.

"No no" he softly scolded, breaking a hand away so he could raise his friend’s chin up. "Your eyes must stay on me. Its proper" Kevin explained, knowing that the fellow voice just didnt want to step on any toes. Not that would be like a big deal anyways. During dance class he had his feet stepped on plenty of times, by heels no less! A little mistake would mean nothing.

"Just look at me and allow me to move you~" he purred as he pulled Kevin along through the crowd. Though it had been years since he had danced like this, it felt like riding a bike again. Easy to hop into it, specially when you learned the rhythm of the music.

He blinked as he raised his head to look at the other again, admiring the way his blindfold blended with the rest of his outfit and his mask. Nothing was out of place. Everything just looked perfect on the other.

Slowly he started to move again, allowing himself to be led by the other. He wasn’t as worried about stepping on the other’s feet as he had been before and he bit his bottom lip, smiling at the other.

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stitched-eyes-kevin:

"Oh dont you worry~ I have been classically trained for years. I used to go to this dance class, we did English Line dancing and Waltz. Well I took that class till I was 15." he said as he got onto the floor and gave the other a formal bow. Kevin placed a hand on his other’s hip and took a hand in his own. "Just relax and allow me to lead you" he said as he reached one foot back before pulling his friend into a waltz.

Kevin nodded, returning the bow as best as he could. The mood regulators made it easy for him to not panic as much as he probably would have without them but there was no denying the way his heart was racing as his friend placed a hand on his hip before taking the other into his own. He really didn’t want to mess this up.

He gasped as he was pulled into the waltz, black eyes looking down at their feet, mindful of where Kevin was placing his before moving with him, nervously giggling.

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jathis:

Kevin turned a little, pouting to himself before he spotted his target. He sipped his drink as he pointed with his other hand, indicating a handsome young man dressed in a Lunar Moth mask and a stunning gown and heels. “Strexy’s PA Zacharie…” he muttered.

He turned back around to stop looking at him, draining the rest of his drink, swallowing down a burp to avoid looking rude in front of the other. “Perfect and handsome all the time…” he sighed. “He’s a Native too..I don’t know what tribe…somewhere in Canadia land or something…”

"…We should dance!" he suddenly said, perking up at the thought.

"Oh!" he said as his eye landed on the personal assistant. He had seen Zacharie a few times before and had often found himself staring at him whenever he was in the room. He was very easy on the eyes. Beautiful to look at. Though this Kevin had never talked to the man. "Oh I see. I never would have guessed. I thought he was from Europe or something" he said with a soft chuckle. 

Kevin drained the last of his drink, now getting up and made sure he was stable on his own two feet. “Lets! Ive been itching to dance all night” he said, taking his friend’s hand in his own before leading him to the ballroom floor.

He giggled and nodded, finishing the last of his soup before allowing himself to be pulled onto his feet, happily following the other onto the dance floor. “I don’t know how to dance fancy like everyone else,” he warned the other again, bowing his head as he said this. He really didn’t want to risk embarrassing the other by making mistakes or tripping up.