[Gepard is, as expected, a very adequate dancer. A little stiff, maybe, but exactly on-beat and so predictable in his movements that he’s easy to follow. Sampo feels very confident about the safety of his toes, even if he wouldn’t be as confident in their likelihood of winning any dance competitions.]
[But that’s fine. It’s fine. Gepard’s face is quietly pleased as though this is the nicest thing that’s happened to him all week, and they’re waltzing to the distant sound of the band underneath the stars and fluctuating auroras. Those ladies down in the ballroom would have eaten their own expensive silk skirts to be in Sampo’s position right now, with Gepard’s hand in his, dancing under starlight.]
You are my favorite. And not half bad at a waltz.
[The music eventually fades, though, and the dance ends, as all good things must. But it does give Sampo an excellent opportunity to kiss Gepard, which he very much takes advantage of. If you’re presented with the opportunity to kiss your situationship on a romantic balcony in starlight, you’re a fool if you don’t take it.]
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[But that’s fine. It’s fine. Gepard’s face is quietly pleased as though this is the nicest thing that’s happened to him all week, and they’re waltzing to the distant sound of the band underneath the stars and fluctuating auroras. Those ladies down in the ballroom would have eaten their own expensive silk skirts to be in Sampo’s position right now, with Gepard’s hand in his, dancing under starlight.]
You are my favorite. And not half bad at a waltz.
[The music eventually fades, though, and the dance ends, as all good things must. But it does give Sampo an excellent opportunity to kiss Gepard, which he very much takes advantage of. If you’re presented with the opportunity to kiss your situationship on a romantic balcony in starlight, you’re a fool if you don’t take it.]