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 Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 8:28 pm
 Len smiled and nodded."I don't plan on going crazy. I won't do anything rash right away, or possibly at all knowing me." Len blushed a bit, and he hoped that the flashing lights hid that fact well. "Thanks for the concern." He told Reita.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 10:48 pm
 Reita chuckled under his breath, leaning against the counter of the bar. "Well, that's good." He said quietly, blue eyes intensifying slightly in their hue. "Do you dance, Len?" He offered with a coy smile, brushing a bit of hair out of his hypnotizing eyes.
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 5:04 pm
Len watched him move, though tried to make it seem like he wasn't staring at him. He chuckled and nodded softly. "D-dance? I haven't really danced before, though the dancing they do here doesn't look very difficult." Len said, scanning his eyes over the crowd.
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 10:49 pm
Reita chuckled softly as well. Yes, the simple humans had simple dances. Almost to a ridiculous level. But he'd bear it, just to have an excuse to get closer to this boy. He nodded slightly, glancing to the crowd for a moment before looking back to the other. "You wouldn't mind dancing to a few songs with me, then?" He offered, moving a bit towards the crowd and extending his hand. Though his question came out as such, it seemed to be more of an order than a request.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 3:45 pm
Len smiled and shook his head."No, that sounds perfectly fine with me." Len replied to him with another smile aimed at Reita. He didn't miss the tone of the question, making it sound nearly like an order, but he really didn't care at that point in time. Len reached out and took Reita's hand with a small smile.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 1:24 am
"Wonderful." Reita grinned, softly kissing the back of the hand in his and pulling his prey deep into the throng of people, his half-dancing, half walking movements graceful and fluid as he attempted to push all of the other bothersome scents out of the way and just focus on Len's. He kept his hand firmly entwined with the other's, his blue eyes flicking upward for a moment when his ears picked up a change in song. It was considerably slower than the last one, but was still quite fast. Was this what constituted as a slow dance song these days? He hoped not.
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