[ he stands. and her eyes follow him -- slow, at first, but soon they take on that furtive quality whenever she's confronted with his full presence. her attention flutters from his face to his shoulders to his arms and back to his face...not quite able to drink him in all at once.
one hand in his, she pulls herself gracefully to her feet. ] Most of the music on the Atroma's network is rubbish, [ she warns him. but they could be dancing to nothing but jackhammer noises and she would love it more than any expert lindy hop. ]
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Date: 2016-05-16 01:01 am (UTC)one hand in his, she pulls herself gracefully to her feet. ] Most of the music on the Atroma's network is rubbish, [ she warns him. but they could be dancing to nothing but jackhammer noises and she would love it more than any expert lindy hop. ]