And so, the record spins and a song starts playing. A song that can be heard in the background here.
As the song plays, Ahsoka will find herself slowly being immersed in the memory of the dance. The sights, the sounds, the human-looking Kurt dancing with a lovely young lady.
"Sorry about the gloves. Oh, I feel like such a dork! I mean, getting a rash the day of the dance... must be my nerves!"
"I think they make you look handsome and debonair!"
"Really? You don't think I look like a butler or something?"
Her giggle sounds even more musical in his memory. "No. I'm glad you came with me."
"Well I'm glad you asked."
The memory fades out for the moment as the song continues playing, but another memory will come later in the song if it keeps playing.]
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[He smiles.
And so, the record spins and a song starts playing. A song that can be heard in the background here.
As the song plays, Ahsoka will find herself slowly being immersed in the memory of the dance. The sights, the sounds, the human-looking Kurt dancing with a lovely young lady.
"Sorry about the gloves. Oh, I feel like such a dork! I mean, getting a rash the day of the dance... must be my nerves!"
"I think they make you look handsome and debonair!"
"Really? You don't think I look like a butler or something?"
Her giggle sounds even more musical in his memory. "No. I'm glad you came with me."
"Well I'm glad you asked."
The memory fades out for the moment as the song continues playing, but another memory will come later in the song if it keeps playing.]