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[As usual, this year's party is held at the ball room. Dance music is already playing, mixed in together with creepy sounds and howls. The decorations are creepy at its best, and there are skeletal waiters walking around this time.

The tables are laden with food for various monsters, ghost, blood for the vampires, candy for the children, and normal food for those who are somewhat normal. Though if you're not in costume, that ugly fish sculpture at the giant punch bowl will spew a liquid at you rudely from it's mouth that will immediately put you into a random costume. If you keep hitting it, it will keep doing it, changing your costume into something worse every time.

Gatecrashers with bad intentions will be grabbed, wrapped and tossed out of the room by that giant spider up there on the ceiling, and it will also grab you if you're being selfish to the kiddies about giving them candy.

For those who lack dancing partners, some of those manakins are not there for show. Those will come to life and ~~harass~~ dance with you if you look a little lonely.

Enjoy!]

[ooc: Party post! Thread crashing encouraged.]

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[she looks back up at his face with a shy smile.]

I've never danced before. Can you teach me?

[He laughs a little.]

I'm not really that good either.

[But he still offers his hand to her with a smile.]

[her smile widens as he laughs, and she accepts his hand, realizing the possibility of her falling in these shoes. she hopes she'll be able to keep upright if she's got a hold on him.]

If you've ever done it before, you've got to be better than me.

[Like he'd let her fall. Come on, give him some credit.

And luckily, he doesn't catch the innuendo, and just leads her out to the dance floor.]

Not by much though.

[she's much too innocent to be playing innuendos on him! give her some credit too. she's following him, keeping her hand in his. it still feels nice to have someone who cares without being manipulated to. she wants to tell him or even thank him, but she's pretty sure it'd cause more questions than it's worth.]

You're probably just being modest.

[facing him now, she tilts her head, uncertain of what to do with her hands.]

[Well he'll help with that, pulling her hand up to his shoulder before placing his hand on her waist and taking her free hand in his.

Okay. Now, this isn't too difficult. He can do this.

The look of concentration on his face is probably funny considering they're just dancing.]

[the girl is happy that one of them knows what they're doing. and that roxas's shoulder feels very warm under her palm. she's momentarily distracted by acquainting herself with the feel of the position, and then she's finding his face again, promptly breaking into another smile when she notices how hard he's concentrating. it's not like you're training, roxas. relax.]

This feels right.

[she's just trying to reassure him.]

[Nods. Okay. Now he's just got to make sure he doesn't step on her feet when they start moving.

...Okay, not doing too badly so far!]

[where are his feet going? she peeks down at their shoes, trying to mirror his steps. it's easier than she expected it to be. she gets a feel for the rhythm after a minute of watching and feels comfortable enough to take her eyes off of their feet to meet his eyes again.]

See, you're good at this.

[her voice is almost a whisper, but she's not sure why. she's just moving closer towards him, increasing the chances of someone getting their foot stepped on. on the bright side, she's leaning against his chest now.]

[He gulps, tail swishing from side to side again, and he's now having to concentrate very hard on not stepping on her feet.]

[while naminé thinks his self-conscious gulp is endearing, she wishes he'd relax so he can enjoy himself. her efforts to put him at ease are failing. time to switch tactics and break his concentration. she doesn't mind if he steps on her feet; she just wants him to dance. her pitchfork, comparatively small to his, is help loosely in the hand on his shoulder. she slides her hand up to rest her wrist on his shoulder instead, twirling the pitchfork to aim it down before trying to catch his wriggling tail between the tines.

so roxas, you ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?]

[Why you sneaky little-

Well that definitely catches his attention and he jumps slightly with a little squeak, his tail jerking hard enough to possibly pull her pitchfork out of her hand, depending on how good a grip she has on it.]

[success! ...sort of. with the angle of her hand and wrist, she couldn't have held onto the pitchfork very tightly, so now it's been whipped out of her grasp. naminé looks surprised by the strength of his tail and its reaction in general, mouth hanging open for a moment before the blonde recovers, beginning to laugh.]

[He's blushing a bit. Cause. Tail. Sensitive. Also he just made her lose part of her costume. :<]

S-sorry.

[shaking her head, she composes herself. she's still got a big grin on her face, though.]

It's not your fault; I did it. I just wanted to make you stop thinking so much.

[Blink blink.]

O-oh..

[But he didn't want to step on her feet. :<]

[at least it was the least needed bit of her costume!]

Roxas, I don't mind if you fall out of step. I'm just happy to get a dance with you.

[...His tail twitches slightly again.]

Uh, okay.

[He'll try to relax more.]

[watching his face for a moment, she seems contented by the pink blush on his face and the lack of evident concentration on his face. that's better. she turns her head, resting her cheek against his collar bone. that the frilly end of her dress is rubbing against his pants with every step isn't bothering him, is it?]

[...Just a bit..But he's ignoring it. He's dealt with worse torment down there anyway.]

[torment? roxas must keep some strange company. naminé is sliding her wrist down his shoulder so she can hold him there with her hand again, but the song ends.]

[It was not company he wanted, thankyou very much. And he's just saying that having her dress brush against him like that wont bother him as much as previously mentioned company bothered him. So he can deal.

Oh. Song end. He takes a little step back.]

[she'd been leaning against him, so now that he's stepping back without her expecting it, she's falling forward. naminé squeezes her eyes shut.]

[alskjfaslkdf-Catches her!]

S-sorry!

[all she knows is that she's hitting something before she can manage to hit the floor. she opens her eyes, relieved to see it's roxas for a minute. then she realizes she might've hurt him by falling into him. her cheeks burn pink.]

N-no, I... sorry, Roxas...

[she's never been so genuinely embarrassed.]

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innuendos? what innuendos?

XD

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