[ Well, he had said he had prepared a song for a ‘yes’ answer…
This had to have taken a few hours of work and, as such, Pyrrha is appreciative of his effort. She watches without interrupting, laughing at various beats and smiling through-out. When he turns, so does she, and when he pulls her into a dance, her feet moves in step. It’s a bit like being in combat, their actions complementing the other intuitively. Words aren’t really needed, and never have been. The spin is precisely executed, nearly perfect.
When it ends, she takes a moment to simply breathe. And then! ]
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This had to have taken a few hours of work and, as such, Pyrrha is appreciative of his effort. She watches without interrupting, laughing at various beats and smiling through-out. When he turns, so does she, and when he pulls her into a dance, her feet moves in step. It’s a bit like being in combat, their actions complementing the other intuitively. Words aren’t really needed, and never have been. The spin is precisely executed, nearly perfect.
When it ends, she takes a moment to simply breathe. And then! ]
Jaune.
Beacon rhymes with beaten.
[ But she's glad too. ]
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[ He looks down at his guitar, then back at her again. Huh. So it does. ]
W-Well, I'm not singing it again!
C'mon, meet me at the rooftop for some practice.
[ He's about to leave the apartment, but stops and adds: ] Sparring, I mean! [ ...but brushing up on some dance moves wouldn't hurt either. ]
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Sure, just let me change out of my work clothes.
[ And then she'll follow him for rooftop fun! Just like she remembers. :) ]