+ The Dance +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: Everyone!
Where: Yasogami HS gymnasium
When: Evening of Wednesday, July 16
Rating: PG(-13)
Summary: It's your chance do your dance
The Story: After the culture festival wraps up on Wednesday afternoon, all students are invited to a dance in the gymnasium! There are snacks and drinks (non-alcoholic, of course!), as well as cheesy paper decorations made by the student council members.

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[dyskinesia]

[ For a moment, just as breathless for him, he only stares at her with admitted surprise, mouth opening but it's a few seconds before he even manages to say anything. ] ... oh.

[ So much for coherence, it seems. Or at least until Bruce remembers what words are, and with a joy too great for his smile to be contained, he continues. ]

Okay. [ That sounds inappropriately bland and as soon as he says it, he hurries to correct himself. ] I mean, yes! Yes, I'd love to.

[ He nods still, his fingers squeezing around her hands in return. Then swallowing down the knot in his throat, he answers to her earlier words in kind. ] Because I like you too.

[skjalf]

[ elizabeth watches as he processes her request, eyes dancing merrily. he doesn't even need to try to be cute., he just is.

but when he injects that little bit of enthusiasm, her confidence does not keep her from blushing. she looks down at their hands, and back to his face, her features visibly softening. ]

I'm glad! [ she leans forward to gently kiss his cheek, just as a slow song comes on. her smile is perhaps a bit more shy than he's used to seeing it, as she tugs at his hands. ]

I think this calls for a dance, don't you?

[dyskinesia]

[ He stares at her in stunned surprise after she kisses his cheek, looking all dazed for a while once she leans away. It's a warm tingling feeling she leaves on his skin, making him fluster more strongly.

He's pretty sure there's a number of things he should or could say right now, but for some reason none come to mind. Besides he has the distinct feeling that if he opens his mouth his heart would just leap out through it.

Thankfully she more than makes up for his silence, and of course he offers no resistance at the tug, his eyes on hers as his smile widens, and he nods. ]

Yes. [ Then, as an afterthought. ] Though I should warn you I'm a terrible dancer.

[skjalf]

( he is adorable—is there any wonder why she likes him? truth be told she's had her eye on him for a while, but never been able to catch him in order to befriend him until lately. of which she is quite pleased to have finally achieved.

the blush blooms brightly in her cheeks, and she laughs softly while she tugs him onto the floor. )

Just follow me. We'll work it out together. ( because she doesn't care if he can't dance. she cares that she's here with him, and that they are having a good time together. elizabeth twins her arms around his neck, and looks up into his eyes while she leads them slowly, gently so that neither of them trip. )

[dyskinesia]

[ Bruce really couldn't have even dreamt someone had their eye on him, much less one of the prettiest and most popular girls in the school. And alright, sure, there's Jack, but then again there's not a single person in that school he doesn't have his eye on, so that hardly counts.

He's hesitant for a moment, but once she moves a little closer and wraps her arms around his neck, he does the same, circling her waist and resting his hands on her back. ]

As long as the songs playing keep this slow... [ It'd be pretty bad if he stepped on her toes - literally. ] Have you ever learned to dance?

[skjalf]

( she rests her head on his shoulder, and looks up at him sidelong with a faint flush to her cheeks. maybe she could have anyone in the school she might've wanted. but that isn't her jam. her mind is a facile one, and she enjoys long discussions about things most guys find boring. but which she is certain that bruce would not.

for this and many other reasons, this is why she has wanted to speak with him for as long as she has. )

Who says we need to match the beat of the music right now? This is for fun. ( and really, he's not got much experience with it, and she is perfectly willing to accommodate that. )

Yeah, I have! Some ballroom and contemporary. I even competed a little bit when I was young.

[dyskinesia]

[ He's a little awkward in all this still, but when she rests her head on his shoulder, it makes him feel more at ease, even if he can almost hear his heart quickening in his chest. The pace is at least something he can handle, and he's glad to hear her say she wouldn't mind keeping it that way, even with a different song. ]

Alright, but then we'll be the weird couple slow-dancing to pop-rock.

[ He grins a little when he says it, trying not to think too much of the word he just used to describe them. Though it matters little, really, they're already garnering quite a bit of attention as it is.

His arms wrap around her with more certainty now. ] I feel very inadequate now.

[skjalf]

( she laughs softly, and looks up at him sidelong with amusement in her eyes. this is such a lovely moment that to her, nothing can tarnish it. especially not the attention of others. because she thrives under scrutiny. to her, it's just the two of them, and whatever song comes on. that's it. and for just having started to go out, that's all there should be involved. )

Slow dancing fabulously to pop-rock, thanks. But I don't care about that. I'm really happy.

( she doesn't think there's anything weird about him at all; and if any others are thinking it, they know better than to say anything.

elizabeth closes her eyes, smiling quietly to herself as she tightens her own grip on him. )

Don't. You're perfect to me just the way you are.

[dyskinesia]

Well, at least we'll look fabulous while doing it.

[ He feels giddy with all this, at the lack of a better word, but when he can feel his heart flutter and his stomach turn pleasantly, his cheeks heat up with what he's sure is a blush and the grin on his face seems to never waver, it's really what comes closest to describing it. ]

I'm really happy too.

[ Meaningfully said, spoken just about low enough that only she can hear it. One of his hands rest at the small of her back, the other settling just above it as he returns that tighter grip with a more present one of his own.

He's glad they don't have to move much, or that he has to watch his step. This way he feels comfortable enough to tip his chin so he can rest his cheek against the side of her head, his eyes fluttering closed the same as hers. ]

[skjalf]

And we're having fun. That's all that really matters to me.

( her own heart is performing olympic level acrobatic tumbles in her chest. butterflies are swarming in her belly, causing her to feel pleasantly warm and light on her feet. as though she can walk and dance on air. if she is still blushing, honestly it's because she's not stopped since asking him out. it's a rush, and a most happy one for her. )

I'm really glad to hear that.

( following his lead, she has lowered her tone as if they are the only people present. which in her mind, they actually are, she is so happy.

elizabeth sighs softly, relaxing completely into it, as she is now completely at ease and comfortable in his arms. a soft smile tugs at the corners of her mouth when he leans his cheek against hers, to which she briefly turns her head to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. this night is turning out beautifully as far as she is concerned. )