[This was so very bizarre to someone who had almost no idea about dance. Sieglinde just sort of sits where she was, eyes slightly wide, her grip on her charcoal rather loose.
Fans, and styles, and... imagining what in the world sort of dancing Olivia did in that outfit.
She's about to comment on that, but in that moment the skull-faced beast chose to sit up and begin scratching behind it's exposed jawbone with its rear leg, the thumping disturbing her drawing papers and making her flail her arms at the thing to push its tail off her with the verbal equivalent of a keysmash.
[ olivia watches and listens to masamune speak with rapt attention, eyes as wide as sieglinde's, but with less confusion and more intrigue. the moment he mentions fans, she already conjures up an image in her mind, or an old dance she'd had the privilege to witness during one of her troupe's travels. it was beautiful and breathtaking, and though she'd only seen it once, she can already recall how the body bends and spins with the help of those fans.
she gets it.
without thinking, her hand grasps his forearm, resting just above his wrist to give it a reassuring squeeze. ]
I'd be honored.
[ the softness of her voice is broken up by the commotion just a few feet away from them, and, as if torn away from a dream, olivia glances back towards her hostess and the sight she's making with her... skull-dog thing.
a beat, and then olivia seems to remember herself, and hastily draws her hand away with an embarrassed flush. she clears her throat a little, straightening up on her knees. ]
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i'm so sad I didn't realize it was my tag
Fans, and styles, and... imagining what in the world sort of dancing Olivia did in that outfit.
She's about to comment on that, but in that moment the skull-faced beast chose to sit up and begin scratching behind it's exposed jawbone with its rear leg, the thumping disturbing her drawing papers and making her flail her arms at the thing to push its tail off her with the verbal equivalent of a keysmash.
Damn it... unnammed skull-face thing.]
how dare u
she gets it.
without thinking, her hand grasps his forearm, resting just above his wrist to give it a reassuring squeeze. ]
I'd be honored.
[ the softness of her voice is broken up by the commotion just a few feet away from them, and, as if torn away from a dream, olivia glances back towards her hostess and the sight she's making with her... skull-dog thing.
a beat, and then olivia seems to remember herself, and hastily draws her hand away with an embarrassed flush. she clears her throat a little, straightening up on her knees. ]
I didn't know you drew, Sieglinde. May I see...?