And We Danced (Masquerade Overflow!)

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[huaaaaagh]

((first thread here! post was: ))

[Originally, Kirito hadn't felt much interest in the masquerade- the prospect of eating actual food, and the intrigue of seeing people in costumes had pinged him, maybe, but the dance itself wasn't a draw. Literally the only reason he's here now, in the GGO avatar and clad in a very simple black dress to boot, is because he lost a bet. One he'd expected to win, as a matter of fact. He's definitely sulking. The plain black mask he'd found for himself - he'd spent as little funds as he possibly could on the entire ensemble - can't hide that fact.

Thank god, thank god Asuna isn't here right now. The one and only time he'll think those words to himself as he tries his best to go unnoticed over the course of the dance, wallflowering in a corner.]

[huaaaaagh]

( from here )

I think history has shown that I'm really, really bad at that.

[He's fine if it's reactionary - the GGO tournament and all his "fans" taught him that - but initiating it is not easy.]

[namisan]

Practice makes perfect. I was terrible when I first started.

[huaaaaagh]

How do you know you don't have, uh, natural talent or something?

[Girls are always better than him at this sort of thing.]

[namisan]

Hmm, well, I probably had an advantage over you. [Though she's thinking of her mother, because that's where Nami got all her tips from tbh.] But trust me when I say I had a lot of problems getting out of situations unscathed for a while before I got it right.

[huaaaaagh]

[The having-actual-boobs probably helps.]

Yeaaah, that's my concern... I'm not armed today. Swords don't fit in dresses. And I'm still shaky on hand-to-hand, so if things went sour I'd probably end up in a bad spot.

[namisan]

[The having actual D cups, definitely.]

Well, true. Spoiling a party for yourself in that case doesn't sound like any fun. I wish you luck in avoiding the wrong kind of interest, then.

[huaaaaagh]

I think I've got enough "competition" in here that I should be alright as long as I don't do anything to stand out.

[There are so many hot girls in cute dresses here, pls.]

[namisan]

Ahh, but it's the worst kind of guys who go for the wallflowers. You should at the very least accept a dance or two.

[Now she's just being a brat.]

[huaaaaagh]

[.....]

What, do you want to dance, Lady Nami?

[namisan]

[That hadn't actually crossed her mind until right that second. But!]

Well, if you're offering I can hardly say no.

[huaaaaagh]

[Okay, he'd been half-joking, but you know what? Challenge accepted.]

I make no promises about my skill, just FYI.

[namisan]

[And thus they half-dared each other into dancing WELP]

Skill's not gonna matter. We're two cute apparent girls spinning around on a dance floor. What's not to like?

[huaaaaagh]

[Maybe he'll regret this in the middle of it but whatever, whatever, yolo or something. He offers out a hand.]

Nothing, I guess. Shall we?

[namisan]

We shall.

[Let's go have fun and be good looking on the dance floor, man. At least Nami knows how to dance.]