september overflow log

[hownkai]

This is an overflow for the first September Event Log.

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[cadeuces]

[ She's nearly 40 years old and has spent a good chunk of her adult life at formal galas and fundraising parties; her skill in dancing with clumsy drunk old men was maxed years ago. ]

It takes some time, but you're picking it up quickly. Is there anyone you know here, from where you came from?

[ Distraction! She'll prod with a few questions, hopefully getting him to ease up a little bit and take his mind off the faux pas of stepping on his dance partner. She'll slip away from his hand at her waist for a little twirl beneath their raised fingertips, the gold gauze of her train winding about her lazily before slipping back into place and she steps back into his armspan, hand resting back at his shoulder. ]

[notyetsore]

[He watches in silence, quietly kind of amazed by how graceful she can be about this. Dancing and things like that - they always feel to Ginko as if they might as well be part of a world entirely separate from the one he lives in.

He answers the question with a small shake of his head.] No. Not that I've seen. I'd be more surprised if there was.

[cadeuces]

Your turn? [ For the spin, that is, and she raises their linked fingers in invitation for him to move beneath. If he takes her up on it she'll twirl him slowly so as not to make him dizzy, easing his hand back to her waist before continuing the simple swaying steps she's taught him. ]

I see, I'm sorry to hear that. Do you miss your family back home, your friends?

[notyetsore]

Uh... sure. [He moves under their hands, spinning around slowly, and finds himself massively relieved that he doesn't end up tripping over himself or something.

Even once they go back to the earlier steps, though, he does almost trip when she asks that. He definitely slows for a moment before he gets back up to the pace of the music.]

Um... [He hunches up his shoulders for a moment.] I don't have those. So, I guess not.

[cadeuces]

[ Angela would've kept him on his feet even if he had; she's a trustworthy dance partner used to saving face. When she catches him off-guard and he fumbles for a moment, she's quick to adjust and slows back down with him, head tipping with a small look of concern.

Ginko nearly draws into himself when his shoulders hunch up and there's an apology almost at her lips before he's answering, and she only reaffirms a steady grip on his hand, touch smoothing his tunic at the shoulder in a quiet version of comfort. ]

That was clumsy of me to ask, Ginko, I apologize. I lost my family when I was very young, so I understand.

[notyetsore]

It's alright. It made sense to ask.

[He glances up at her, curious but too shy to really show it.] ...You did? ...'M sorry.