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Really now? For dancing even this much? [ even if what he knows would be more in the realm of germanic dances, little waltzes and the like... being with her always makes him feel a bit more airy, a bit more free. joking with her, little competitions, even singing together this much more often--

how much of a difference it was from that first day when he possibly saw her at her lowest or worst, or one of her worsts. he much prefers this look to her instead, smirking and moving smoothly to the beat and even her playful flick to his braid; he leans in closer as well, flicking his other braid to her cheek with a catlike smile.

the way she looks at him is a little new, though he's been slowly wondering if the way she looks at him is starting to differ now. and he can't even lie, she looks terribly sleek in the nightclub nights, dancing to sade. a temptation to a tipsy ex-god. ]

You could surprise me more if you'd allow me to, perhaps... [ maybe, lead a dance. his hand hovers over her waist, a light touch over her hip. ]

( she makes a little pouting yet playful expression as if she's thinking this over. once more, jinx turns her back to him only this time -- she stays pretty close; her back pressing along his front. a hand reaches over to grab both of her braids to swing over to her right shoulder. )

Hmmm, such a hard decision.

( it isn't really, she just wants to play hard to get. even with the faint touch of his hand on her, it doesn't stop her from rocking her hips along the rhythm. )

[ he catches one of her braids in the clasp of his hand, gently stroking over the tip, then bringing it up to his mouth with the brush of his lips over blue hair, impulsive but fond kiss. seeing her like this, so carefree and easy and confident with the music just might make him feel that much more daring as well. ]

Then, how about this? Sing with me. [ a wink--hopefully she's heard or studied her sade before this song. ] Duet with me nicely~ if you forget the lyrics to the chorus, you'll have to pay the penalty and let me lead a dance!

Aah-ha! — Trickin' me into singin' with you out in the open like this?

( it's a good thing her hair is outrageously long otherwise, turning around to face him would had been an issue. but she peers to him -- eye to eye -- with her arms slowly linking around his neck. the smile she wears is seductive yet playful still and a lean over to the left of him; her lips to his ear. )

You're on. Don't be too disappointed when I have a better memory than you.

That's me~ how very tricky I am, but you've already accepted and walked right in the trap. [ because coaxing her to sing with him is always a win, whether she does so nicely or roughly or carelessly or anything else--every moment she does so might be precious to him. ]

Don't be shy to perform, now. [ with those moves and the look of her under the flashing lights and her--everything, really. he draws in closer with a tilt of his head, resting his cheek brief against her forearm, ]

You're amazing.

[ whether in dance or song or so much else. his eyes fall half-closed as he sings, lilting and sway, the glow of his eyes encouraging her to follow along with him,

Diamond life, lover boy
We move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy ]

( but could it be called a trap if one willingly stumbled upon it? even if, hypothetically, jinx saw it from a mile away -- she'll still waltz in with no questions asked or worries. at least, for him, she will do that with. it's funny, really. she once heard back home that a drop of alcohol tends to bring one's true colors or bring out something that was buried up to the surface; their truths. for jinx, she is coming to notice there is... attraction she has for him. when did it start, she can't necessarily pinpoint but it's here now, apparently.

hopefully he doesn't notice the hint of blush forming along her pale complexion. amazing? surely, he means her singing and not... actually her. after all, jinx is jinx. and jinx is wild, chaotic, ~~a mess~~. her mind is way too clouded to mull over this deeply so she saves herself the problem and believes he means her singing.

speaking of singing, right. uh. lyrics. a smile as she does follow along -- swaying.

City lights and business nights
When you require streetcar desire for higher heights )

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[ they could play another drinking game and she could dare him into asking whether he was being genuine and, drunk or sober, he'd be completely sincere in saying so. amazing in talent with engineering, firearms and explosives, in pulling through such an oppressive world and life, going through so much and coming out... damaged, maybe a little broken, maybe a little murderous, but alive and fierce and free. that's what he admires.

and her song and voice, whenever she blesses him with it. and that she duets with him... every single time, like a treasure. ]

No place for beginners or sensitive hearts~ [ while he might be a beginner to dirty dancing, he still has old-fashioned sensibilities as well; his hand finds hers, as he coaxes her to a twirl, a moment of fancy even through swaying. ]

( she does the twirl for him but there is a small stumble to regain her footing. it's not like she has ever danced with anyone before. but except being embarrassed about it, she just giggles at her own clumsiness and pulls herself back to him. )

When sentiment is — uh...

( and she goofed. her mind went blank there and now she can only hope venti didn't catch it. maybe her slip-up spin is enough distraction to save her from losing the game.)

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[ a wink, because he catches that!!... but no big deal, because honestly he's already cheating, he's already kind of leading the dance when he pulls her in from the twirl; while moving to a modern song might be more unfamiliar to him, traditional gestures like this aren't, he seems perfectly confident and warm in gathering her towards him, his hand landing at the small of her back. ]

The sentiment is left to chance
No place to be ending but somewhere to start!

[ the start of a low simmer of interest to her; he'd always thought her so brightly bold, even if chaotic, even if occasionally violent, even lethally so. maybe others might not forgive her but the grace of him would even if he's no longer a god. she catches his eye more sharply now, in the club lights and the buzz of the drinks and the beat. ]

No need to ask
He's a smooth operator!

( this part of the song she definitely knows and has bigger confidence of not screwing up this time. she follows his movements with an enormous grin spreading along her face; dimples showing and all. who would had thought ever in her life she would be in this situation? to be dancing with someone and to be... happy? in fact, she can't really remember the last time she was this happy. when she was way smaller, maybe? back when her parents were alive and she and her played pillow fights?

that's been so long, jinx feels maybe she just made all that up in her head. but this. this is definitely real. and maybe there's a chance for her to be like everyone else after all. to have a nice, normal, happy life. )

Smoooooth operaaator!

[ he allows his voice to soar with the chorus, clear and high and in tandem with sade over the speakers, he loves this melody and song. modern songs may be new to him, clubbing may be new to him, modern parties and this atmosphere might be new to him but he takes to it light and easy like a duck to water.

also watch out because in a slide of his hand to her waist he's suddenly dipping her, his own look almost just as purely happy as hers. what he loves is this after all, surrounded by music and dance and the beat, holding and being with someone he's so very fond of, wanting simply to be close. ]

( the dip catches her off guard; her eyes wide but then she just laughs whole-heartedly after. and whenever he decides to pull her back up, jinx bites her bottom lip and shakes her head. he's a real goof, at least she thinks so. but a real fun goof.

and when she looks over to him again -- there's a real sudden impulse rushing through her veins. dare she? you know, what the hell! and then abruptly, she quickly leans forward to him; mashing her lips against his. the kiss itself is deep but a little messy given, well, alcohol swimming all around her.

and whenever they do pull away from it, jinx giggles and still in all smiles. )

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[ he's mid-song when she kisses him and--

the surprise of it almost could possibly make him drop her, but he mercifully doesn't. his look is stunned, for a moment his heart beats almost as hard as the bass or the pulse of club lights.

maybe if he were less drunk, maybe if he were less impulsive, maybe if he were less of a questionable awful depressive mess of a bard even if he tries to smother or hide it... but he pulls her up from the dip with a clasp of his hand, his face going terribly red. ] Jinx... [ taken almost completely off-guard, and yet it'd felt so nice, even as brief and abrupt as it was in the moment.

almost as if it's a competition or they're still playing a game, he leans in to steal another kiss, as sade plays. ]

( what jinx expected after that was him either laughing it off or worst case scenario, him shoving her off. because that is just her luck in life. things not going smoothly. but to her surprise, none of these happened. instead, jinx is greeted with his lips on her this time around. and it's her turn to be surprise but... it washes away in seconds.

they should be dancing but she ceases all of that -- linking her arms back around his neck to return it. this time it isn't as sudden and brief, it's slow and relaxed. a thought flies by her and again she wonders if this is all real. it can't be, can it? a party, dancing, happiness, and now kissing? this is way too surreal. )

[ maybe later he could blame the alcohol, the sheer surprise of the kiss, maybe later he... well no, even he would know he can't blame anything or anyone except himself. himself, for being lost in the moment, for--maybe, trying his best to ignore the whole complete utter mess of what he thinks of mizuki. how unfit he is to be close to people after all. how easy and simple it is to want to be light casual friends, to support them, and possibly the moment they try to genuinely get close to him his flight response activates.

maybe something of the flight response finally kicks in now even when he tries to kiss back and in the back of his head he suddenly remembers those times he wondered if he should or could kiss mizuki. it hits him like a cold shock--oh right, he has a boyfriend. and this goes to show just how terrible he could be at relationships after all, he really was always used to being alone.

he takes her arm; abruptly, stopping dancing, singing, even as the song continues to play. ] Jinx-- [ oh, man. he made a mistake. he really did. ]

( jinx had to blink rapidly at the sudden halt of everything. she looks over at him puzzled; while also flushed from all that's been happening in such a fast pace. )

Yeah?

( did something happen she didn't notice? the music is still going so that's fine. and she doesn't hear any party-goers fighting or shouting, either. so...? )

[ his mind flickers briefly over what he could or should do and--

actually, he might be a little too drunk to decide or choose. but there is one thing he often does when faced with difficult personal situations and that's... ]

Jinx, I'm sorry.

I have to go. [ at the moment, he can't even think of any excuse to give, or anything really at all. his mind is a buzz like static; he clasps her wrist, offers her the briefest smile that could barely hint of anything at all.

then disappears into wind, in a small burst of feathers. an unfortunate end for the night for them. ]

Wait, wha — ?

( but it's too late, he already vanished -- leaving her to just stand there alone. what... what just happened? everything was going great, wasn't it? they were laughing and smiling just a few moments ago. although her mind is ridiculously foggy, she desperately tries to think back on where things slipped up.

'every time she comes, something goes wrong. she jinx us every job!' )

No...

( no, she jinxed this, didn't she? she thought being on this ship, she finally left that curse behind. but it only just found its way back; she can never shake from it. no matter where she is, no matter who she's with, she will just —

'because you're a jinx!' )

Why do I always have to ruin everything...?

( and now he's gone. she lost him. the light died out and is now left in the dark again. it was dumb of her to think she could be happy, to have friends, to have anything good. she was born to lose. and she should get that through her thick skull already. she should had stayed alone, distant from everything and everyone.

with a quivering breath, jinx finally walks off the dance floor and to the doors of rischie; leaving her own party. where will she go? what will she do now? who knows and who cares? )

We're wide awake now, our eyes are wide open. We're running this world, we keeping it turning

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