[ Sorry, but D is absolutely forbidden from standing around, acting like a decorative lawn ornament in the middle of a party. Why, you ask? How many of these celebrations are they expected to get here, in the middle of what sounds to him like a longstanding war? Those are some pretty unlikely circumstances for throwing routine celebrations.
The rarity of tonight's event is a good enough excuse for dragging as many people as possible out onto a wide open space befitting the perfect dance floor; live music and all. If there has to be a second reason, then anyone as easy on the eyes as D, by cosmic law, is not allowed to practically ooze the aura of every classic bad-boy trope in existence without attracting attention.
Maybe if D didn't look like the illegitimate lovechild of Edward Cullen and Batman, he might find fewer heads turning in his direction. Or the dhampir could embrace it, lighten up and let himself have a little fun for once in his life. Just a thought. ]
Is there anything else you don't do with this much finesse? Or are all hobbies uniformly frowned upon— Besides actual frowning and avoiding direct eye contact? [ Smile, D. If he won't, J will as the demon tries for a little ribbing to fish this contrary man out of his sullen mood. ]
[ Buddy, if D's not careful in his mental grousing, karma (and a very eager-to-assist demon) might show him that things can get so much worse than a little dancing. And some very salacious hand-holding, thanks to the waltz. What is that for D, anyway? Second base? ]
That's right. I've just recently arrived; if that's what you call popping out of the ground like a spring daisy. Terrible way to travel between worlds, if you ask me. [ Good luck annoying him with something so benign. J can switch between laying the flirtations on thick and hitting the brass tacks of serious business in a heartbeat. ] How about you?
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The rarity of tonight's event is a good enough excuse for dragging as many people as possible out onto a wide open space befitting the perfect dance floor; live music and all. If there has to be a second reason, then anyone as easy on the eyes as D, by cosmic law, is not allowed to practically ooze the aura of every classic bad-boy trope in existence without attracting attention.
Maybe if D didn't look like the illegitimate lovechild of Edward Cullen and Batman, he might find fewer heads turning in his direction. Or the dhampir could embrace it, lighten up and let himself have a little fun for once in his life. Just a thought. ]
Is there anything else you don't do with this much finesse? Or are all hobbies uniformly frowned upon— Besides actual frowning and avoiding direct eye contact? [ Smile, D. If he won't, J will as the demon tries for a little ribbing to fish this contrary man out of his sullen mood. ]
[ Buddy, if D's not careful in his mental grousing, karma (and a very eager-to-assist demon) might show him that things can get so much worse than a little dancing. And some very salacious hand-holding, thanks to the waltz. What is that for D, anyway? Second base? ]
That's right. I've just recently arrived; if that's what you call popping out of the ground like a spring daisy. Terrible way to travel between worlds, if you ask me. [ Good luck annoying him with something so benign. J can switch between laying the flirtations on thick and hitting the brass tacks of serious business in a heartbeat. ] How about you?