[Sampo turns and steps into his personal space. The music strikes up, and without thinking about it, like it's the most natural thing in the world, like he was born for it, Gepard starts dancing. Waltzing. Sweeping Sampo up into a dance- he's not that good at dancing, it feels like he's marching like he's a toy soldier instead of dancing, this doesn't feel like he's doing a good job of sweeping Sampo off of his feet, but it's nice. Quiet. It's nice not feeling like he has to perform for anyone.]
Thank you for indulging me.
[He says this very quietly, as if they're on the dance floor and have to worry about some other couple overhearing it, like it's a secret pressed between pages and hidden in a book, like it's a soap bubble that will pop the second it rises in the air. Like if he speaks it too loud, some servants will find them, he'll have to arrest Sampo - or Sampo will throw down some smoke bombs and vanish - and he'll have to trot back down and do his duty.
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Date: 2024-10-08 02:51 am (UTC)Thank you for indulging me.
[He says this very quietly, as if they're on the dance floor and have to worry about some other couple overhearing it, like it's a secret pressed between pages and hidden in a book, like it's a soap bubble that will pop the second it rises in the air. Like if he speaks it too loud, some servants will find them, he'll have to arrest Sampo - or Sampo will throw down some smoke bombs and vanish - and he'll have to trot back down and do his duty.
But it's a nice night. It feels soft. Quiet.]