I just want to dance the night away~

[wavesoakedlegs]

Characters: Akechi Mitsuhide and vatheon
Location: The park, not far from the pond.
Time: Afternoon
Style: Either is fine.
Status: Open! All those who were promised a dance can come for one here... as can anyone else, really. To do whatever within reason they want! xD

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[silver_pipe]

It was not that often that Heather came across a prancing idiot in a park, it happened, but hey, it was pretty rare. And with nothing better to do than to bother this glee-filled fool she strolled over to him and, trying to hide her grin, she spoke.

"Hey, you do realise that you're dancing with no music, right?"

[wavesoakedlegs]

"Hello, my Lady."

Mitsuhide smiled brightly at the newcomer. He'd never seen her before, but right now was not the time for him to ask questions.

"I do know!" he said, moving around still. "But when there is no music, one can simply step in time to your own heartbeat. They say that the drum was created originally to replicate the sounds of a heartbeat, you know."

The young samurai laughed, closing his eyes partially. It was a dreamy expression he wore as he continued to spin around, perfectly content with himself.

[silver_pipe]

This guy was a little too cute for Heather to lay on all of her cynicism.

"Heh, is that so?" This guy looked more feminine than she did! "Hey, you foreign or something? Japanese? Look at all that hair... Oh hey!" The Simpsons had taught her this one "Kon-nee-chi-wa!"

And, in hindsight, a horrible thought hit her. What if he wasn't Japanese.

[wavesoakedlegs]

A tilt of the head. Mitsuhide stopped dancing for a moment and chuckled briefly before replying.

"Yes, I am Japanese," he chirped, bowing a little. "My name is Mitsuhide, a samurai of the Akechi clan! Or, well, I was, but that's alright, it doesn't matter at the moment."

The young man ran a hand through his ponytail, prompted by her mention of his hair.

[silver_pipe]

"Heh, cool... you guys have snack food down, sushi's pretty popular where I come from..." well, cultural exchanges aside, she decided to stop embarrassing herself.

"Anyway, I'm Heather Mason. Just call me Heather though, okay? And stop playing with your hair, you big girl."

[wavesoakedlegs]

"If you wish, then I shall address you as such."

He moved a hand through his hair for a few more moments before letting it loose.

"I do not see why touching my hair should make me a 'big girl,'" he said cheerfully, "but if you say so, then I will stop, Heather."

He spun around slowly, initiating his dance again.

[silver_pipe]

"It's just too pretty for a boy to have that sort of hair, makes girls like me feel all masculine... D'aww, don't let it down like that, geez. You trying to make me look bad?" Whether he could really tell that Heather was teasing or not was beyond her, but her tone and warm expression should've at least hinted at it.

[wavesoakedlegs]

Mitsuhide laughed again, and twirled round in response, his hair like a cloak around him now.

"Of course not," he replied, smiling. "I simply... love the feel of its weight."

He may or may not have understood that she was teasing; in his state it was hard to tell. Playing along or just taking Heather literally?