[endless dance]

[solipsismmortal]

[this evening, an expansive dance floor has sprung up in the middle of Camp, a large disco ball hanging precariously above; music along these lines plays from some unseen source. you find yourself mysteriously compelled to dance, feet moving of their own accord, raggin' it with anyone else out here on the hop. when do you think you'll be able to

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[thedandymancan]

*Doesn't notice Claire! Just chuckles, enjoying the song and moving easily.*

[solipsismmortal]

Be~ more~ specific~

[thedandymancan]

Personal things. And sewing.

[foxinthefire]

[slips his arm around George's waist]

Excellent music tonight.

[thedandymancan]

Ah....

[thedandymancan]

Mm, it is. It's fun to dance to. Are you familiar with the style?

[foxinthefire]

Quite.

[using George as a brace as he bends to pull his A-T off]

[thedandymancan]

Then we'll make quite the pair.

[foxinthefire]

[loses a good 3 inches as he moves to take the second A-T off]

It will be my first time dancing with a gentleman. I hope your toes will be alright.

[thedandymancan]

*Looks down at*

[foxinthefire]

[doesn't notice! looking at little reluctant to set his A-T down anywhere, but finally does... where he can see them clearly from the dance floor]

[thedandymancan]

I'll help keep an eye on them, no worries.

[foxinthefire]

Thank you.

[walking back over]

Shall we?

[thedandymancan]

*Offers his hand*

I'll lead.

[foxinthefire]

For now, certainly.

[taking his hand]

[thedandymancan]

We'll see.

*Dancing! Annnnd trying not to look any more fond of Spit than he is of anyone else :|*