[See, that's exactly the sort of dilemma that has her wondering if he knows how to dance! What even is vampire court? Did he have any childhood friends? Friends of the family? Somehow she doubts it, but--
He's barely audible over the music; Sypha has to piece his words together from context and watching his lips (she's never really thought about it before, but he shapes words very distinctly, due to the fangs), and then she can't help but feel a little bad at keeping him in a sensory pit.]
Oh no! Right, we can go! [After one last spin. Feeling delightfully indulged, she reaches for his hand and pulls herself into a turn. The bumping and shoving of the crowd is expected, this time, but the foot(?) that hooks around her ankle is not. Sypha lurches, unable to catch her balance in the crush, fingers tightening on Alucard's reflexively. The grip saves her from going down, but she's both pulled up and forward, pitched against him, her cheek bouncing off his nose and her mouth somewhat awkwardly smashed against his jaw.]
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He's barely audible over the music; Sypha has to piece his words together from context and watching his lips (she's never really thought about it before, but he shapes words very distinctly, due to the fangs), and then she can't help but feel a little bad at keeping him in a sensory pit.]
Oh no! Right, we can go! [After one last spin. Feeling delightfully indulged, she reaches for his hand and pulls herself into a turn. The bumping and shoving of the crowd is expected, this time, but the foot(?) that hooks around her ankle is not. Sypha lurches, unable to catch her balance in the crush, fingers tightening on Alucard's reflexively. The grip saves her from going down, but she's both pulled up and forward, pitched against him, her cheek bouncing off his nose and her mouth somewhat awkwardly smashed against his jaw.]