[The angel in question got distracted by the small Nativity scene set up on a mantle, the fire itself is popping and crackling merrily as it fills the room with smells of cinnamon and evergreen. A soft and clean scent joins it, the angel's own scent that becomes more apparent as he gets warmer temperature wise. The suit that Cross stuffed the Arc into is uncomfortable and he wants it off, he already loosened the tie and insisted on wearing his trench-coat over it. lmao He's a long-haired Castiel.]
[Cross came up beside the angel, elbowing his arm gently before extending the drink to him.]
You're being an antisocial grump, angel.
[Red eyes glanced to Nativity scene and the Noah set his glass on the mantle a ways away from the little scene to cross himself. Once he finished, Cross leaned down, pressing a light kiss to the smaller man's cheek.]
We both move backwards at points in the dance. Don't worry. angel. Just don't step on my feet.
[Cross stopped and turned to face Gabriel, taking hold of the other's right hand in his left as his other hand goes to rest Gabriel's hand on his other shoulder. The angel's hand in place, the larger set his own on the small of Gabriel's back and gave him a bit of a smile.]
[His hands rest lightly in the appropriate places at first and then the pressure becomes firmer and steady. More sure of where they're to be. Sorry if his face is a little serious, he's learning and he'd rather get it right before he just enjoy things.
[Waiting for the music, Cross started to lead the angel in a simple waltz. There's a bit of a smile on his features as he notes the smaller man's intent on learning the steps.]
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You're being an antisocial grump, angel.
[Red eyes glanced to Nativity scene and the Noah set his glass on the mantle a ways away from the little scene to cross himself. Once he finished, Cross leaned down, pressing a light kiss to the smaller man's cheek.]
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I fail to see how I'm being particularly grumpy, though I will not deny the antisocialism.
[That...brings a soft smile to Gabriel's face and he allows the kiss, face tilted up into the gesture.] You still hold love for the Child?
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[A hand went to rest on the small of the smaller man's back as he looks down at his companion.]
I used to be a priest. I do it more out of respect than love...
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I suppose I should be glad you still have that at least. [He will not sigh, but the smile is gone.]
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Jesus. A holy cockblocker. True story.]
I take it you don't know how to dance?
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Looking up at Cross as the warmth disappears from his back.]
No, it was never an issue before.
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Would you like me to teach you how? A simple waltz perhaps or we could just talk if you'd rather not.
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Thinks about it for a moment, dancing was social, right? Then it was acceptable in these situations. Putting his glass down on the nearby table.]
A waltz seems like a fine thing to learn tonight.
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Then a waltz you shall learn.
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It's not too hard?
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Not at all. Just follow my lead.
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[Cross stopped and turned to face Gabriel, taking hold of the other's right hand in his left as his other hand goes to rest Gabriel's hand on his other shoulder. The angel's hand in place, the larger set his own on the small of Gabriel's back and gave him a bit of a smile.]
Shall we?
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[His hands rest lightly in the appropriate places at first and then the pressure becomes firmer and steady. More sure of where they're to be. Sorry if his face is a little serious, he's learning and he'd rather get it right before he just enjoy things.
Nodding.]
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