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Jove was embarrassed himself, but he remembered Amarus, and it made his chest feel light seeing how surprised and happy the position made her. Maybe that was supposed to be the intended reaction, not dreading the moment the spotlight found him in the crowd? Not wanting to crawl under a table despite his fancy clothes? She looked beautiful though, definitely not the sort to crawl under a table...

He nodded, in response to both his questions, and bowed his head in a very gentlemanly fashion. He had been younger. Well, he could argue they had all been younger, had he been inclined to argue, but it was true there weren't many students who would simply appear several years older. The added height was a definite perk though!

With the embarrassing part over, all they had to do now was dance. And that, he was good at. He took her hand in his own gloved one, and led her down to the dance floor, ears perked around the princely crown as if to silently ask 'any music preferences?'

Yeah, she would definitely vomit if she had a stomach. Gene gave a soft groan, resigning to the fate of learning to dance to awfully cheesy music, burying her face in Mot's shoulder, while occupying the other with a massaging hand. "You're quite the evil person when you want to be." She pouted, continuing to rub his shoulder. Not fair at all.

Bittiface

Willow was wondering why Amrita was running. Her ears perked up and her head tilted curiously. "Is something wrong?" She tried to ask as Amrita ran past.

"I'm watching your feet," Olivia explained. But now the steps were getting a lot easier, a little more naturally so she pulled her eyes up along with her happy grin. This was very fun, something new. It was almost like being given something. Information, a skill. Something to use.

And being told she could learn new dances was very exciting, her eyes widened and seemed to glow a little brighter at the idea and she hoped that Mjoll would be able to show her some of the others eventually. Tonight maybe? How amazing would that be? But for now the waltz, nice and simple. Made for slow dances. Information to be kept for now and later.

The little ghoul giggled as Mjoll pushed her into a spin, circling back towards the horsewoman. Her feet missed a few of the steps upon return, losing the beat just a little.

LP

Bastion had escorted Sophie reputably well for the majority of prom, and nothing had gone wrong yet. It was empowering, to know he could do this without completely falling apart. He was proud of himself. And he was thoroughly enjoying the night that the student had concocted for their celebration. It left him feeling like there was a chance, however small, that life was going to unravel it's tight knots and straighten out in the end.

And then he saw Mjoll on the dance floor, and all the knots tightened at once.

No, he told himself. Things were going to be better, now. He didn't have to be that .. that.. his face screwed up in self-disgust. He didn't have to be him anymore. He was just like any other stallion now. Any other proud, confident, capable stallion.

He spent quite a good few minutes trying to convince himself of that obvious lie, before he decided to act on it.

"Pardon me, ladies." When had he taken those steps onto the dance floor? He couldn't remember at what point he'd decided to move. He was just there, suddenly, tapping on Olivia's shoulder softly. "Please forgive my rudeness, and if you wish it, send me away without guilt, but if it's all the same to you," His eyes had been on Olivia the entire time, because it was easier to speak if he didn't look at Mjoll. In fact, he thought he was doing very well. A gentle smile graced his features as he bowed to them both. "May I interrupt you for just one dance with Mjoll? I promise to return her to your hands as soon as the song has ended."

Still not looking at Mjoll. Still not looking at Mjoll. You could do this, Bastion.