And We Danced (Masquerade Overflow!)

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[huaaaaagh]

[Why does he ask questions he won't like the answer to?]

You know what? Forget it. It's not important.

[pneumo]

[ Because Kirito, that's why. ]

It's true though~! You smell great...!

[huaaaaagh]

[sascha nO]

I don't need to hear that!

[pneumo]

But it's a compliment.... [ Don't people like to hear those?? ]

[huaaaaagh]

It's a weird compliment.

[It's the sort of thing you'd get from a serial killer, buddy.]

[pneumo]

[ He's trying though ;; ]

......

Youuuu...have nice hair?

[huaaaaagh]

[this isn't even his real hair.......]

That's, um. Better. Thanks...?

[pneumo]

You're welcome~! [ NAILED IT. Casanova here he comes ]

[huaaaaagh]

[this is the worst]

Is that enough dancing? The song must be ending by now...

[It could be wishful thinking, but things are not getting any less weird. He's imagining all eyes on them and it's baaaaad.]

[pneumo]

[ There is nothing stable about a flat girl leading a taller dork in dance whatsoever, totally. ]

Oh...um, I don't know. I don't know any of the songs they're playing.

[huaaaaagh]

[Especially considering he'd only minutes ago loudly announced that he wasn't a girl at all.]

I, uh. Don't know them either.

[With his luck it's one of those dumb horrible love ballads that goes on for twelve minutes and repeats the chorus six times at the end, and then has a guitar solo, and then the chorus three more times, and he's never getting back to his corner again, is he.]

[pneumo]

[ Pretty much nope YOU'RE GONNA BE INDULGING HIM FOR A WHILE YET MISTER. Good thing his hands aren't grabby for anything but hugs eh Kirito. ]

Well...at least it's a pretty song! Way better than those speakers, they made my head buzz.

[huaaaaagh]

[He should have known.]

Right, you had trouble with those... what kind of music did you have back on your world, then?

[pneumo]

...Normal music? [ Because it's normal for the time... ]

They use lots of instruments and stuff instead of plugging machines into the wall.

[huaaaaagh]

[SO HELPFUL, SASCHA]

To be honest, that's more what I'm used to, myself. There's something weirdly soothing about a classical music group setting the tone of an area.

[SAO had good BG music, in other words. Those NPC bands really knew how to jam. ..Which is admittedly a good thing, considering he had no other music to listen to for two years...]

[pneumo]

[ Can you imagine if it sucked...how awful that would be ]

Ohh, you like that kind too? I thought you liked making your head buzz.

[huaaaaagh]

[Would've made for some very long days, that's for sure.]

You can like more than one kind of music, you know. It's all about the mood you're looking for.

[pneumo]

...So what mood is head-buzzing? [ Is it the mood where you hug him and tell him he's your most favourite best friend ever? ]

[huaaaaagh]

[Ahaha... well, the truth is slightly more somber than he'd like. How to phrase it.]

...Introverted? It's pretty good for shutting the world out, for people who want to be left alone for a while.

[pneumo]

.... [ Ahaaaaa. So. The one time he stalked him, and got the job and then helped move speakers and draped all over him afterwards.

Awkward. ]

Ohhh.

[huaaaaagh]

[And Kirito's not even thinking of that, because it was just a job. Oops?]

People use that kind of music for different things, though. Back home it's mostly for dancing- not this kind, the slow stuff, but club dancing.

[pneumo]

....Club? [ What is a club Kirito, he's from the early 1900s :c Man he wishes he could make Kirito smile like that without bringing up subjects that make him think poorly of himself. ]

[huaaaaagh]

[Give it time, Sascha, it takes a while with anybody.]

Remember that place I was working at on the day we met? That was a club.

[So that place he stalked him to, helped move speakers at, and draped all over him in.]

[pneumo]

[ AH YES WHAT GOOD TIMES.... ]

...Did you wanna dance that day or something? [ Please be that and not wanting to be alone ]

[huaaaaagh]

Oh, geez- no way. I only went there because of the job. I have no idea how to dance like that...