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The night couldn't have been more beautiful. The party had been a good time- it wasn't quite over yet, but it was starting to dwindle enough where Duo didn't feel guilty in the least for bouncing. Also, he was done sharing Polly for the night.

He watched her as they walked, smiling a little.

"Yanno," he said, "I am gonna teach you an

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[strange_fancy]

"It's bizarre," Polly declared. "You people have really weird music."

She didn't really mind all that much, though. The food had been good, she'd gotten to talk to Arya's brother again even if he had been kind of depressing, and now that it was over, there was still Duo. All told, a good evening to have had.

[self_named]

He laughed, slinging an arm around her waist.

"We've got variety," he countered, "and with variety is bound t'come...y'know, relative weirdness."

[strange_fancy]

"Singing carts that go by themselves," declared Polly, "are strange enough without people flailing like that." The YMCA had made quite an impression on her, and not in a good way.

She didn't tense at all at the touching, now, and that was a little surprising to her. But nice.

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"Awe, it wasn't all flailing," he protested. "Just like two thirds of it. Anyway, everyone can use a good flail once in a while. Stand still too long, 'n..." He blinked.

"Well, I don't actually know. Guess I never stood still long enough to find out."