[ as the moments pass and mizuki dances with that much more carefree easy joy venti finds himself following and flowing into it as well, a laugh alongside, a warmer clasp of his hand to mizuki's. the tension and uncertainty just about melting away for the duration of the song. singing sweetly along with marcus miller--I just want to make you smile, won't you give me a chance? the pluck of funky bass and guitar, the head-nodding beat, the club lights, the buzz of alcohol, feeling of mizuki's hands and the sound of his laugh, the sound of his voice--

something aches deep in his chest, when he blinks away a sting to his eyes and bites the inside of his cheek and could imagine and pretend everything is all right after all, dancing with a frie--a boyfrie--someone he cares about. all is right for the duration of a song and dance.

even after it ends and mizuki stays and even draws closer he finds himself torn between wanting to try to flutter back, leave, and how damning it is that the impulse seems to be intensifying on-and-off now, intermittently more often with mizuki. but he doesn't, for now, he carefully returns the hug. ] Ehe, thaanks~ I'm impressed with you, too! Pretty smooth moves, for a sea jelly! [ he might have vaguely expected mizuki to be a little awkward with dance, he's a nerd or gamer after all! but this is a pleasant surprise, he has fancy feet.

that question is a liiittle more awkward though. ] Oh, I, ah...

I accidentally spilled water on myself. [ on his head. as you would. ] Actually that reminds me I have a drink for you!