bakerstreet | May I have this dance?

May I have this dance?

ASKED TO DANCE

You can dance if you want to, but don't leave your friends behind.

Your character’s been asked for a dance. How do they respond?

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[ Since he was alright with not dancing, being a wanderer he didn't like being the center of attention, he couldn't say no to the other's request. Besides, what's one dance? ]

[ he MAY dance with you seriously even if you're a dude. he'll happily dance with the ladies, though. ]

[okay. so it's not easy to pick up on alastor's cues exactly. and adam is fucking trying. he finds himself texting lucifer all damn day with questions about it. but he's not a shitty partner, and he's going to be sure he's not playing favorites over here. but he also understands the aversion to touch or when to leave the radio demon be.

lucifer has like a notepad of notes of what to ask or do, and he abides by it like it's life or death. there are times alastor needs to be alone, or times when he'll touch, but they can't do so. with each interaction, adam tries to save it to memory, so he's not constantly looking at his notes.

he wants to be able to take care of alastor too.

but, you know, he doesn't want to admit that out loud to either him or lucifer, less they tease him again. he already gets enough shit with the whole mask thing. or how an important gesture might fly over his head (like lucifer's feelings towards him).

so, today, he's kind of picked up it being one of those days for alastor. adam leaves the radio demon be for a bit, can hear the soft music playing from the room. he's already sent a message to lucifer, just to give a heads up. with no work needed from charlie, adam ends up just sitting outside of alastor's room, browsing on his phone. he's got nothing better to do, and he's already at some sort of limit with the rest of the hotel. and, more importantly, he wanted to be close in case alastor did need anything.

eventually, after some time, the music shifts into something more...jazzy. he taps a foot, finding the beat to be a nice rhythm. probably something nice to dance to--something adam hasn't had the pleasure of really learning. as that thought crosses his mind, adam is suddenly aware of a old response from lucifer once, regarding alastor's delight to dancing in general. given the age he lived in, adam can't really blame him.

it might not work in his favor, adam thinks to himself while staring at alastor's door. well, the worst that could happen is just a no. not like the radio demon would kill him, right? (well...)

standing up, he comes to pull his mask off while his other hand knocks on the door. it's a hit or miss with him and the mask, but he's trying.]

Alastor, it's me. [didn't need the beast to think it was someone else and all.] Do you...can you show...teach me how to dance?

[ok, so he's still awkward with speaking so honestly without the mask. where's a time machine when he needs one so he can ask that better?]

[ alastor notices things. he always has, and one of the things he's noticed is adam... trying. he had noted before that even when they were more at odds, adam had touched him rarely, if at all. any initiation (usually aggression) was most often from alastor's side, and adam had simply followed his lead.

he is, however, briefly confused when adam simply... doesn't at all, for a little while. or at least, seems wary and maybe a little frightened to. but lucifer gives him a look one night and it clicks into place. it's... sweet. sweeter than he'd originally thought adam capable of, certainly, and something he appreciates.

and it's clear he's learning somehow, though alastor's sure he's asking lucifer, who's had far longer to acclimate to the dos and don'ts of touching alastor or expecting touch in return, or even expecting to touch in return when alastor initiates touch. whenever his cues are read properly it makes something curl up warm and sweet in his chest, and he's still never sure what's going on in his own heart and head but it's not frightening anymore, what he's begun to feel.

today's been a long day. he hasn't been able to endure touch at all and had locked himself away in his room to avoid it after he'd had to take a step back from even the barest of touches to his arm from lucifer. lucifer always understands, of course, but he still feels off about it, especially when adam saw him rebuff even the tiniest amount of attention.

music is soothing, and he plays piano himself for a while, stretching his fingers over the keys and focusing only on that.

eventually though, he settles on a little personal broadcast, songs he's most fond of (songs he and lucifer have danced to together), as he sits to read and decompress further.

the knock on his door makes him look at it warily, not willing to subject himself to 'people-ing' as charlie had put it before, but adam's voice makes him huff a soft breath and stand, heading over and waving it open so that he can look at his fellow sinner.

and he pauses, mid-movement, his eyes widening slightly when he sees adam without his mask. his smile spreads into something fonder and he takes a step back into the room, holding out his hand. ]

Of course, my dear. Come, take my hand, I'll show you which ones Lucifer and I like best.

[ when they dance together. which, he can easily guess is a reason that adam wants this. but another part of him feels warmer than ever because adam's paid attention. even at his most touch-averse, lucifer can draw him out of his shell by asking him to dance. touch for the purposes of dance is different, in his head, and as long as no hands wander while they move together, it's always a success.

once adam's taken his hand and alastor's drawn him into the room to wave the door shut again, his smile slants slightly. ]

Are you trying to butter me up by letting me see your eyes today? Well, I daresay it's working!

[ fond, and only slightly teasing. he knows exactly what it takes for adam to remove his mask, because it's the same as asking alastor to drop his smile. so it's positive reinforcement to give the compliment. ]