[ It's not easy to see the changes in Azula's demeanour. He's know her for several months now and he's still learning what to look for in her expression, in the way her lips turn downward or her eyes narrow. He's still learning to read body language, to understand the cues that point to something being wrong rather than different.
Unnamed has a long way to go. But even he can see the way she goes from effortless grace to something more stiff. Feel the way her hands clutch and her fingers dig into him. He's confused. Did he do something wrong? Is she not having fun anymore...? It's only been a few minutes, but maybe she's had enough of dancing? He doesn't want to be done just yet, but if she doesn't want to...
He tilts his head and gives her an inquiring look--despite the fact that the masks make it all the more difficult. ]
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Unnamed has a long way to go. But even he can see the way she goes from effortless grace to something more stiff. Feel the way her hands clutch and her fingers dig into him. He's confused. Did he do something wrong? Is she not having fun anymore...? It's only been a few minutes, but maybe she's had enough of dancing? He doesn't want to be done just yet, but if she doesn't want to...
He tilts his head and gives her an inquiring look--despite the fact that the masks make it all the more difficult. ]