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OPEN. Challenge: get him on the floor.glaremasterDecember 31 2011, 08:36:15 UTC
[Sillies, he's not ON the floor, he's next to it, just standing away from much of the crowd. He can't help but watch some of the people on the dance floor, though.
His kind of dance is ballroom dance, thank you very much. But the tricky part will be getting him onto the floor to actually show off his moves. Yes, he's got moves. A gentleman has to know how to lead a lady in a dance, right?
Hey, his foot is tapping in time with the music. He can't help it; the music isn't the loud kind that young ones like nowadays (at least, not yet), it's catchy, and it's something he could dance to if he wanted. IF HE WANTED TO.]
challenge acceptedcandourDecember 31 2011, 08:42:17 UTC
[ Applejack nearly runs into the man making angry bird faces next to the dance floor. She's mastered walking, but dancing? Still kind of new to her. To you human-ponies, she looks like she's.. either drunk or smashed ]
Whoa! Wow, uh, sorry there! Didn't mean for that to happen 'n all.
GO FOR IT, APPLEJACK. ALSO HE IS NOT MAKING ANGRY BIRD FACESglaremasterDecember 31 2011, 08:47:39 UTC
[Whoa - he quickly steps back. At least she didn't fall. And he didn't smell any alcohol on her, and she still looked completely sane, so maybe she was yet another one of those not used to human legs?]
HIS ATTITUDE IS FINE THE WAY IT IS.glaremasterDecember 31 2011, 10:27:24 UTC
Partly, yes. [And partly due to the lack of the smell of alcohol and an abundance of sobriety, proven by speaking to her. Also the apparent existence of a world of ponies that had probably never seen humans until now. Simple logic. Although he wouldn't call it "dancin' right" exactly.
He wonders if he would have to explain to her that she wasn't intoxicated when she nearly crashed into him.]
[Hey there, Edgeworth. If he's going to be a wallflower, at least he won't be alone. This young lady's doing much the same thing, keeping her distance from the crowd and looking on. Upon spotting him, though, she stares and hesitates, wondering if she should say hello, since they have been acquainted, after all.]
[It shows on her face that she's both pleased and a little surprised that he remembered her name; her mouth forms an 'o' for a moment, but the next she smiles readily and nods.]
Oh-- [That seems to surprise her, if her expression is any indication. Feeling as though she should do the same, she makes a little bob of her own.] You do, too...!
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His kind of dance is ballroom dance, thank you very much. But the tricky part will be getting him onto the floor to actually show off his moves. Yes, he's got moves. A gentleman has to know how to lead a lady in a dance, right?
Hey, his foot is tapping in time with the music. He can't help it; the music isn't the loud kind that young ones like nowadays (at least, not yet), it's catchy, and it's something he could dance to if he wanted. IF HE WANTED TO.]
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Whoa! Wow, uh, sorry there! Didn't mean for that to happen 'n all.
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A-are you all right?
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Guess anythin' more than walkin' is just outta the question for me. I didn't hurt you on my way down, did I?
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No; I'm fine. I take it...you were not human to begin with?
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How'd you know? Was it from not dancin' right?
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He wonders if he would have to explain to her that she wasn't intoxicated when she nearly crashed into him.]
I have met two others from your world.
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Miss Naminé?
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Mmhm! Hello, Edgeworth.
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[Here, have a smile back.] You're welcome, and-- thank you, too. [How she mine for etiquette?]
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Are you enjoying yourself?
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