Dance with the OC above you 💃

"You don't have to teach me how to dance lady Brown," Jan-Paul said. His feet making soft squeezing noises on the polished ballroom floor. It was empty. Except for the two of them. A diamond inlaid chandelier watched over them as they twirled and twirled. His feet had some difficulties holding up to Brown's harsh steps.
"To be exact, I was the best dancer in my class," he paused. "Also the only dancer, but that doesn't matter now does it? My teacher said I was a natural-" as on cue one of Jan-Paul's pointy shoes softly poked Brown's ankle. He bit his lower lip, quickly removed his foot, and almost lost his balance that way. "Just a hiccup," he'd ensured her.
Jan-Paul recovered and lay his hand on Brown's shoulder once more. For being way younger than the (alleged) murderer, he was taller then her. A head and a bit more. Oh did that make the Easterling happy.
"Though I have to say my'lady, that you're reputation, seeds some, expectations," Jan-Paul said. With a snicker. "I'd seen you last week. On the mayor's party? People around me were buzzing with excitement seeing you with my old music teacher. They thought you were going to kill him," Jan-Paul stated. He rolled his shoulders. Stiff from carrying that cape, even indoors. "I honestly thought the same," Jan-Paul concluded underneath his breath. Taking another swirl.
"I mean, you looked blood-thirsty my lady, but that's probably your reputation speaking," and her fursuit. Don't forget the suit.

Their dance slowly came to a halt. Jan-Paul plucked his fingers from the woman's shoulders and used one hand to comb his hair.
"Well tonight the party would be here, in this very room," Jan-Paul reminded Brown. Tapping his foot on the polished floor. "I'd appreciate if you didn't shoot daggers at my guests. I've got my uncle for that you know," oho.. Nath is coming?
"He'd said that he was looking forward in meeting you again," shrug. "But parties, especially hosted by yours truly, me, are big. Very big," Jan-Paul said. Pressing his hands on his chest. Forming a first, following up by a quick bow. "So chances are slim that you'd would actually meet him. Though.." He frowned. "He's my bodyguard of sorts. Now that I think about it," another pause now for a quick laugh, "he would be hard to miss!" His laughter finally died as he corrected his heavy cloak.

"I hope I can host the Koopsman-feest one day but, well.. Who knows."

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Hello I love her??? 

Honestly, Hansamu was pretty good at dancing. He sat in an alleyway before seeing Lola, he got up and held his hand out to them. "Hey, I'm bored, wish to dance with me?" He grabbed Lola's other hand, his bandanna never going down as he started to dance with her. Of course, he seemed to play music before all of this, it was pretty nice. Hansamu smiled under his bandanna, soon sliding his hands out of hers. 

"Never forget this happened, the name's Hansamu by the way." He headed back in the alleyway, climbing up a ladder before reaching the roof of a building and waving, before running off.

Deitra didn't understand the concept of dancing at all; so when she found herself surrounded by humans doing strange movements, as if in some sort of strange ritual, she could only wonder what it meant. But the one thing that she knew for certain is that they certainly looked happy doing so - the atmosphere was pleasant and cheerful - it must be something that brought them happiness.

She scanned the room - everyone seemed to be partaking in that 'dance' event, except for one person; an old man who sat in a corner, alone and sully. The android tilted her head - why was he isolated in the corner when everyone else seemed to have fun? Why did he not share their moment of happiness? The data she had stored could not explain the reason to her, no matter how many times she re-read it, and so, she curiously approached Johnson.

"Why do you not join the other humans?" Deitra asked, "their movements do not seem hard to imitate. I will demonstrate it to you." She grabbed Johnson by the arm, trying to make him stand up. "Their movements seem to primarily rely moving their arms, so it should be something like this."

For her demonstration, the android raised her right arm, tilting her head in the process. Pause. Then she dropped it, and raised the left one. She continued doing that for a few moments, expresionless. "See; it's easy to mimic."

The sky was accompanied by the warm sun. A perfect day for Haruko to have fun! Haruko had strolled down through the meadow in search for something or someone she can share joy with. And the android within her sight stood out to her, What an interesting fellow! She thought. Even from faraway she can't help but notice the stiff posture she has. Haruko then began to skip along the grass until she reached Deitra.

"Hi, hi hello!" Haruko waved with a gleeful smile. "I think you look really cool! You don't look like a celestial though, are you a robot? or maybe an alien?" She asked these "Aha! I forgot, My name's Haruko and i'm a star". Though Haruko's loud mannerism contrasts with Deitra's rigid movement, both of them shared a familiar sense of curiosity. Haruko noticing her robotic tone spoke "Ooh, i know, i know! Can androids dance? I think we should dance! It's fun and moving around can make you more flagsible, i think! Hehe." She then took Deitra's hand and skipped to a spot where they can dance freely.

"Come on ~ Follow my lead ~" She said. Their feet trotted to the patches of grasses. The breeze was nice and the atmosphere was warm. Haruko started freely spinning around Deitra with her arm still with hers. The sun was giggling, but the android was confused. Within minutes, Their "dance" became faster. And faster. And faster. Until both of their minds become wobbly and stop. Haruko twirled and almost fell to the grass, if it wasn't for Deitra's arm who has caught her. She then laughed "Were you dizzy? i was dizzy! and i still am dizzy." She put both of her hands on her head, as if it was falling. "But was it fun? i think it was really fun" She jumped out of Deitra's arms and smiled her. As if her headache was long gone "We should be moving more with our arms and legs, but that was still great. And it was just the beginning." She then reached out her hand "But if dancing isn't your thing, then maybe we can find other fun things we can do, hehe."

_{Young smith lets GO}

“Oh I’m glad to see you’re doing better,” Mary said. As she gently rubbed the hair of the other lady out of her face. “You’re in a horrible shape when I found you,” she smiled. Before her lips formed a ‘o’.
“Oh, no, shit. Don’t be scared. I’m not dangerous!” She reassured Smith before letting go of her hand.
“I found you, at the edge of my meadow. You..Fainted. So I brought you here.. To recover,” Mary made a hand gesture that had to indicate the whole misty meadow.  “But, it seems like you’re doing better now.”
Mary smiled again before retrieving her hands. She gently nudged her water skin in the other’s hand. “You need to drink something though. I’ll bet it makes you feel better.”
The shepherd helped Smith to sit up straight. The poor woman had been lying in the grass this entire time.
Mary helped to remove the cap of the water skin and let the other party drink, while she intensely stared at the other’s face.  Mary’s eyes scanned every inch of skin. Her tentacles squirming in a thoughtful matter, while her brown knitted itself into a frown.

“It’s been years since I saw a rich lady,” Mary finally mused. “Are you here on..vacation?” She wondered. “Or just lost?”
The shepherd smiled before nervously tugging one of her own hair-strains away.
“There isn’t much to see here anyway. Besides, me. I suppose. Oh that blasted forest more west from here.” Mary shivered by mentioning it. She hated the woodland.
“Those woods are filled with wolves. Some say they have their own tales and myths,” she shook her head. “But personally I don’t think wolves can be that developed.”
Mary took back her water skin and put the cap back on.
“You don’t have to worry about wolves here. They are scared of my Lamb,” thank fuck Little Lamb wasn’t here as she spoke though. Imagine the emotional cost for already sickly poor Smith. “He’ll keep them at bay.” Mary nodded to strengthen her words.

“Oh,” Mary said. She clapped her hands together. As she finally found a better topic to talk about than: ‘Fainting in the meadow’ and ‘Murderous wolves in woodland’.
“You are noble right? Like aristocratic? My friend told me a wee bit about some new faces in town and I figured you’d be one of them. One of them rich new ones,” she said.
“I’ve read some books when I was younger. Those with pictures in it but not for babies. Like, a graphic novel? I don’t know how they are called.” She shrugged. “But one such tale was about a princess. Princesses are like aristocrats right?” Kinda. She smiled and didn’t wait for Smith’s reply. Clearly lost in her own fantasy.
“There was this scene, I remember fondly, where the princess dances with a prince. Uh, in a big room” she spread her arms to imitate that big room. “It was a ballroom dance.. Or at least that’s how it’s called. Oh,” Mary got on her feet. She held out her hands to poor Smith that was clearly caught off guard.
“Maybe you can teach me? Just a few steps or two.. Just to see how you recovered of course.”
Mary’s tentacles squirmed and she had this glitter in her eyes. “Please?”

--

Hell, Gods.. A sleepover? Mary nervously tucked at her hair as she rearranged the two camping beds. Sleepover wasn’t, of course, the right term. That would be: Field-study. Or something scientifics. But it served the same purpose. Right?
She smiled as she put down Rochester’s bags. Food, clothing, warm blankets and fruits. Of course fruits.
“Look at that little guy,”she cooed to the snail. “Looks like she brought along your favorite snacks,” she said with a soft chuckle.
Mary smiled as she watched the small gastropod ate his wee lil snack.
“Staring? Oh, it’s fine. He’s the only one allowed to stare,” she said. Flicking one of her tentacles over her shoulder.
She smiled almost shyly. Plucking the edges of one of her tentacles before shrugging. “Maybe he thinks I’m a big snail or something. Or an octopus,” Mary said.
Her mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ when she heard Rochester’s following words.
“Dance? He..Dances? Ánd breaths fire?”
Mary let out a small nrot. “A snail of many talents hu!” One way to put it.
“It’s a shame though,” she said. Holding out her arm and freshly sprouted tentacle to the small creature. Her gaze got snapped away from the snail to the reacher’s wobbling arms. For a long moment she kept quiet, before laughing. Actual, genuine laughter.

“Do it again!” she challenged. Thank fuck Rochester didn’t give in to peer pressure. Mary curled her lips. She knew she was defeated.
“Can you do that?” she asked Spot. Leaning more in the snail’s direction, softly wiggling her own tentacles. As if to encourage the small critter.
Her eyes went wide when the slug followed her example. “Look! Rochester! He’s doing it! He’s doing the funny move,” Mary said.
She nodded absentmindedly at her friends' words, too invested by her snail it seems.

Spoilerized because I wrote a lot! Also potential TW for some gross out. It's nothing too bad; Zinnia just gets her lips slimed by a slug kiss.

.. ended up choosing the extra cursed idea. their dynamic is HORRIFIC and honestly kind of concerning but hey! ..lezz party like its 1999! another drunken brown interaction!
also threw some.. very minor personal lore in there if you don't mind? i promise i try to balance it out with gore being an edgelord towards brown lmao

spoiler for alcohol use.. also my adhd whispered into my ear and said 'write a fucking novel lionel' so its like 700 paragraphs long whoop