[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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[stabromance]

[. . . well, I guess now I know what you've been up to]

[solipsismmortal]

[does a circle around her]

Chane!

[stabromance]

[follows him with her eyes, nodding]

[solipsismmortal]

[spins and then holds his hand out, clearly enjoying himself]

Can I have this dance, m'lady?

[stabromance]

[eyes the blood, but takes his hand anyway. it's not like she's never been covered in it herself before.]

[solipsismmortal]

[grinning broadly, all bright white through the darkest red, and pulls them into a close dance]

Gosh, yer eyes are sparklin' in this light.

[stabromance]

[are they? resting her hand on his arm]

[solipsismmortal]

[swaying]

I ever mentioned how much I love the color of yer eyes? Real unusual, strikin'. Suits ya perfectly.

[stabromance]

[blinks at the unexpected compliment]

[solipsismmortal]

No? Shame on me~

[wraps one arm around her waist and spins them both a little]

[stabromance]

[. . . it's almost like he's drunk on something]

[solipsismmortal]

Drunk on love and happiness, maybe!

[stabromance]

[nods, since she supposes that's possible]

[solipsismmortal]

Can ya blame me fer feelin' a lil' romantic?

[stabromance]

[even while covered in blood?]

[solipsismmortal]

Especially while covered in blood! Reminds me of when we first met, y'know?