♚ IC Contact for Sirens' Pull ♚

[pullsheavendown]

What am I supposed to say to this thing?

[10 seconds pass]

I'm Roxas. This is my phone.

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[quackery.livejournal.com]

[Grinnnnn!]

Hi, Roxas.

[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

Hey.

[Come inside, little duckling.]

[quackery.livejournal.com]

[Walking inside, then!]

I'm glad you're feeling better, even if it's just a little bit.

[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

Thanks. It's a lot better, actually. Not completely back to normal, but I can't move around now.

[quackery.livejournal.com]

[A thoughtful pause.]

Hey, Roxas?

[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

Yeah?

1/3?

[quackery.livejournal.com]

[/TRANSFORMATION SEQUENCE GO]

2/3 SORRY I GOT DISTRACTED

[quackery.livejournal.com]

[Once that's over, there's only a gentle smile before she reaches a hand out to him.]

3/3

[quackery.livejournal.com]

Would you like to dance with me?

1/2

[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

[This face.]

[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

Um...what?

[quackery.livejournal.com]

[...Well, she's certainly never encountered that reaction before. Nevertheless, her voice is still gentle and cheerful, though tinged with confusion.]

Would you like to dance with me, Roxas?

[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

No thanks.

[quackery.livejournal.com]

[A surprised pause for a moment. Awk...ward...]

It would make me very happy.

[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

[He is not following the magical girl script!!!]

I'm not a good dancer. [...] Do you want to have ice cream instead? We have a bunch in the freezer—I could get you a towel if you're worried it'll drip on your dress...

[quackery.livejournal.com]

[FOLLOW THE SCRIPT GOD this is not going as planned!!]

It doesn't matter whether or not you're a talented dancer, Roxas.

[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

I really think it does!

[quackery.livejournal.com]

[Taking a step forward... You're going to dance with her if it's the last thing she does okay X(]

It doesn't, I promise you.

[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

[Taking a step back.]

There's no room to dance in here!

[There's totally room to dance in here.]

[quackery.livejournal.com]

I see plenty of room. There's nothing to be afraid of...

[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

I'm not afraid!

[Which leaves him with just one option.]

....okay.

[quackery.livejournal.com]

[Stepping forward to take his hand, then! Don't worry, they can start with some awkward swaying.]

[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

[It is the most awkward swaying.]

[quackery.livejournal.com]

[Soon enough, though, he might notice that his wrist is starting to feel better; on her part, she's trying to keep the smile on her face, though it does falter a bit.]

You're not doing poorly at all.

[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

[Will it be over soon? He would like it to be over soon. ...okay yeah his wrist does feel better.]

I never danced before.