Ah... I'm sorry. [ He notices keenly the touch about his waist. Lasulahn is not a bad dancer, per se, but he hardly thinks himself so graceful as to warrant such poetics. Still, he tries, and a second attempt goes better. He manages to make it back to his original position, hand to shoulder.
He breaks, then, to place his hand once more against the other's waist, and nod his confirmation. ] Yes, please. [ He's got a grasp on it now, he thinks. ]
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He breaks, then, to place his hand once more against the other's waist, and nod his confirmation. ] Yes, please. [ He's got a grasp on it now, he thinks. ]