+ 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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[glumshoe]

"The lab skeleton, it turns out." Who even knows where she got the tuxedo from for that one.

After an initial shrug, Will scrubs the heels of both hands into his eyes and then through his hopeless hair as though that could articulate the pains of extroversion without having to go into excruciating detail.

"Yeah, I - sort of

said I thought this girl was nice

to her face and

then ran away."

He is great at this game.

[incomingsass]

"Good sir, I have no idea what you're talking about." Despite the mischievous glint in her eyes.

She watches him, brows furrowing in concentration to not laugh. Not everyone's as outgoing as she can be, moments like these that reminding her of that.

"Awww... You have a crush?" Her tone is genuine as she crosses to him and guides him to a bench. The last thing she needed to deal with was him passing out and hitting his head.

"Take a deep breath and tell me all about it. What's her name? What year is she? What did she say back?"

[glumshoe]

"About what I expected." Junior detective is onto you, miss.

Yes, yes this is why this is an issue and completely worth freaking out over by escaping the gym before anything had the chance to go sour. His look says I already said it and you're going to make me say it again, you sadist?, but nothing scathing actually escapes his mouth, choosing instead to follow her instructions and breathe.

"She's - she's my year. Second year. Her name's Evelyn Carnahan and I have no idea. I ranawaybeforeshesaidanythingback."

Yeah, he knows. Reckless bravery is only reckless bravery until it ruins something or until it's not and he runs away anyways.

"That's the first time I've - is this what it's always like?" Confessions suck and Will disapproves mightily.

[incomingsass]

She gently pats his shoulder, suppressing a laugh.

"I'd say it gets easier but that'd be a lie." There'd always be the fear of rejection and anxiety of opening up to that. She wasn't really the best example of it, focusing on her studies and things like pranks rather than actually trying to have a relationship with anyone or opening herself up to the idea of one.

"If you really like her, you should give her a chance to respond."

Smirking, she turns on the bench to look at him.

"Do you want to practice what you're going to say with me?"

[glumshoe]

"Comforting," Will says, all but chewing on his words. Dating is hard. It isn't all easily traceable motives and guess that Will makes with a high percentage of accuracy like the plots of his mystery novels. While Will has an uncommonly good grasp of how other people function, he rarely wants to involve himself in the middle of it, preferring to pick apart the fallout like any good detective.

He likes people a lot better when they're not involved with him in any way, basically. It's safe that way.

Which is why he kind of panics again when Darcy makes the offer.

"Wh- no, what makes you think I'd want to say anything to her, much less a stranger?"