[Mayoi would beg to differ, but he is slowly losing to that dance impulse.]
[He does blink in surprise when a hand is held out to him, and he hesitates a moment. Something about the gesture strikes a chord with him. It's significant in a way he can't place. Ah ...]
[This pause has become awkward. Embarassed, he takes his hand and nods.]
I-...yes, okay! I... I don't know if I can dance either, but ...I-I want to try!
[And he will follow him out onto the dance floor. It won't take Mayoi long at all to find the rhythm. In another life, dancing was what he did for a living, though none of that is with him now, just the feeling that he knows how to move his body.]
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[He does blink in surprise when a hand is held out to him, and he hesitates a moment. Something about the gesture strikes a chord with him. It's significant in a way he can't place. Ah ...]
[This pause has become awkward. Embarassed, he takes his hand and nods.]
I-...yes, okay! I... I don't know if I can dance either, but ...I-I want to try!
[And he will follow him out onto the dance floor. It won't take Mayoi long at all to find the rhythm. In another life, dancing was what he did for a living, though none of that is with him now, just the feeling that he knows how to move his body.]