bionicstaringmachine

I'm usually the guy keeping others out of trouble. I might know how to find it better 'cause of that.

[ Flirting isn't much trouble, even if it might be heavy flirting as things carry on. The stupidest things he's ever done are usually in the name of impressing a girl, as he recalls using money he needed to get back home to try and win a girl a bear. ]

Didn't plan on dying, but now I gotta hang on since I don't wanna disappoint you.

What dances do you know? They have different ones where you're from?

And then got in trouble instead, I bet.

[ He speaks her language. This is wonderful.

Of course, there's a part of her that's screaming in warning, that she shouldn't jeopardize another poor soul given that she already has a track record for ruining other people's lives, but... she can't help holding on to whatever this is she's found. She hasn't smiled, hasn't laughed, in a long time.

I won't let you die, she wants to promise, but didn't she fail the last time she did? ]

I don't know what they're called, we didn't really have names for them. We just danced around fires for the most part. Though there was this one partnered dance the Fae liked. Very intimate, lots of touching.

When I couldn't talk myself out of it.

[ He's not a stranger to smooth talking be it to keep a fight from happening or when it came to talking to a dame. She's still flirting with him, so he takes it as a sign that he's still got it over paper too.

It helps keep his mind off the shit he's seeing here, on worrying about what Steve might be getting himself into and about his family back home, on if they're doing alright. ]

Maybe you can teach me that one and I'll teach you the Lindy Hop.

Are you sure you can handle it? It's really intense.

[ She's not shitting him. The Fae are a lascivious bunch. Their annual festival is just one huge orgy.

Okay, maybe she's shitting him. A little. She's not really going to jump him or anything. Maybe. ]

Why is that the name? Am I going to be Lindy, and you'll be hopping?

Now it sounds like you're doubting me. Looks like I have something to prove.

[ And while it might be flirtation, it's also because he's had enough practice dealing with stubborn pains in the ass that he's capable of playing the part a little himself when it comes to not letting her write him off just yet. ]

Lucky Lindy, he "hopped" the ocean. It's swing dance and probably not as intense as your one dance, but I'm promising you that you'll have fun.

Looks like you have two things to prove. [ That he can handle her kind of dance, and that his kind of dance will be fun. Too bad it's going to take a while yet before either of that can happen, though.

Unless she finds her way to the front lines. Unlikely as a woman, since they seem to be very particular about that. She could glamour herself as a man, but then what? There's unlikely to be any dancing. ]

What do you have for entertainment there, then? I don't suppose you and the lads go dancing.

I'll knock your socks off, doll. Just you wait.

[ If there's one thing he tries not to be, it's be all talk. He likes to see through with the things he'll say he'll do and he especially wants to see it through when it's a promise made to a dame. ]

Write letters sometimes, read a book, tell stories. Play cards and gamble a little, to make it interesting.

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