Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216181001/@comment-26130256-20160425065530

(You totally should.  Since you're at college in the west, it shouldn't be that hard finding a RSO or something that dances regularly.  As for the different styles, I personally prefer country swing myself, but they all have their merits.  Good exercise, lets you meet some people, and how many ladies wish their SO could dance?)

Azulius practically froze when Honara kissed him, his feet moving to the beat by force of habit. He outright couldn't believe it. It simply did not compute. She kissed him! A woman, not a relative, of her own free will, and not part of a con (he hoped) had kissed him. In his minds eye, stars exploded. Angels sang. God himself (assuming there was such a being; Azzie was still on the fence on the matter) picked up a nearby galaxy, formed it into a giant electric guitar, and started playing the solo from Freebird, the notes echoing through all space.

Back on Remnant, Azzie snapped out of it (his shock only lasted for two measures, though it felt much longer to him) and got back to dancing, twice as well as he had before. He kept the spins coming, but as the song ended, he spun the rattlesnake out, and as he pulled her back in to what looked like a cuddle-up, he wrapped one arm around her waist, placed the other on her thigh, and lifted her into a backflip around his right arm, setting her down just as the last notes sounded. Not an easy feat for someone built like the magician, but who said Aura was only good for fighting?

"Think I might need a little break after that one," he breathed heavily, gesturing back towards their table and drinks.