[ The press of his lips against her fingers causes a warmth to bloom in her heart and on her cheeks, and so too does the way he carefully positions his and her hands, and especially so the way that he stops and just looks at her for a moment. Amber eyes find rose red as she completely forgets that, in the context of this dreamscape, theirs is a forbidden affection; they're not Montagues of Capulets or whatever. They're just them.
So while she's never been asked to dance like this, not even at the other functions she's attended as a person and not as a mouse, she feels honored beyond measure that Diluc is the first to do so. That he's showing her how to dance here - a bit tucked away from the main commotion of this masquerade - means more to her than he might realize, too. She would have been a nervous wreck in front of everyone else. But here - it's just them.
After a misstep or two to start, she looks down and focuses on matching the movements of his feet. ]
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So while she's never been asked to dance like this, not even at the other functions she's attended as a person and not as a mouse, she feels honored beyond measure that Diluc is the first to do so. That he's showing her how to dance here - a bit tucked away from the main commotion of this masquerade - means more to her than he might realize, too. She would have been a nervous wreck in front of everyone else. But here - it's just them.
After a misstep or two to start, she looks down and focuses on matching the movements of his feet. ]
I-Is this.. okay?