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I could give you a hint, if you want.

[ he glances at a couch. ]

[ And she follows his glance, both eyebrows lifting slightly. ]

In this situation, I believe I'll accept such a thing.

A shelf isn't very comfortable.

I've had worse, but I suppose when given the choice...

[ She curtsies and offers her hand. ]

Shall we?

[ there's a pause, but he'll take it and start walking. ]

Doubts, perhaps?

[ She's looking right at him, of course she saw that pause. ]

I don't normally hold hands.

Then you must not dance often.

[ She pauses, tilts her head. ]

We don't need to, however.

I don't dance, no.

[ does he seem remotely the type ]

[ Look, she's not about to judge who does or doesn't dance. ]

A shame. I think you might be rather skilled at it.

[ he blinks. ]

Why?

It's in your body language and your personality. There's confidence to what you do and a directness to your gaze... ideal things for a dancer.

[ hm. he considers that. ]

You must get along with Yuel.

I do, yes. I admit, her enthusiasm can be a little... much, but she's very skilled at what she does.

[ She has to admire that. ]

Mm. I just remember neither of you were able to dance that one week.

Ah.

And did you mention her third nostril, as well?

Only you have that honor.

[ he was in fact meaner to yuel but it's fine ]

Oh, I see. So you also play favorites with dancers.

[ Poor Yuel. ]

Oh, yeah. You got me.

Yes, truly I've figured everything about you.

[ So very solemn. But she's nudging him closer to the couch. ]

[ to the couch then.

he'll settle down onto it, carefully pulling her down. ]

[ Down she goes. ]

Better?

[ Than a book shelf? Probably a rhetorical question. ]

Not standing is nice.

[ Primrose just looks amused. ]

Don't fall asleep on me now.

[ he snorts

and he'll lean in to kiss her again. ]

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