...I don't think I will. I was only ever taught ballroom dancing. [Was the backstep needed? Probably not, but she was stepping away anyway. Whatever he was doing, she was going to leave him to it.]
[Oh, he is going to drive this bus right off to the side, before gesturing significantly at her and then motioning to the crowd to listen to this! A person with real talent has arrived!]
You're up, then. I've got nothing on a real dance.
[But he's not running off into the crowd, so he'll... help? It's an incredibly silent, implied offer. Ahem.]
[Oh...drat. Could he go back to teaching the locals how to drive? For a split second she was shocked, then scowling, then sighing with resignation.
So she took a half step forward. Looking at him and having to tilt her head up. He might not have been particularly tall. But she was five foot and her sandals didn't have thick soles like her normal shoes.]
...You do realise you'll be following?
[AKA, what some people might call the female role.]
[Just, the driest look at that. But she relented, at least he knew it was terrible. Though she did look doubtful at teaching him. Her attempts at tutoring Rise and Kanji hadn't gone well.
And teaching dance was even further out of her expertise. ]
Right. So... [Going to get closer. Expect she still stood as far as she could while still being close enough to practice.]
You need to place your left hand on my right shoulder, my right-hand goes to your waist.
[Does it make this better or worse for her that he pauses for a moment that is just too long to not be embarrassing, almost as if he needs an extra second to remember right and left--
But he's, uh, got the correct hand raised, definitely. Giving her one last look before he plants it down on her shoulder, like this is her last chance to backflip out of this interaction.]
[This is so awkward. Naoto didn't help him with working out his directions, she just stood there. Contemplating what her life had become. The locals had blocked them off, the only option of escape was the ocean and Naoto couldn't swim.
But it was still tempting.
She flinched at the hand clasping her shoulder. Physical contact was still new for her, especially with a complete stranger.
Right, taking a breath.]
One, two. [Just going to mumble a beat. And attempt to start leading him through the steps. Almost mechanically.]
[Oh, it's awkward, cool-- Junpei had expected that much, but after only a few steps, it seems like she's really not enjoying this whole endeavor. Now he feels kind of bad...
He frowns, looking over at the locals who are supposed to be learning something right now, but are just watching impassively.]
Hey, come on. Quit staring and grab a partner, what do you think this is?
[This much, at least, jogs the little assembled crowd out of their bored staring, and they begin mumbling amongst themselves to pair off. Small mercies, less staring. He's helping.]
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You're up, then. I've got nothing on a real dance.
[But he's not running off into the crowd, so he'll... help? It's an incredibly silent, implied offer. Ahem.]
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So she took a half step forward. Looking at him and having to tilt her head up. He might not have been particularly tall. But she was five foot and her sandals didn't have thick soles like her normal shoes.]
...You do realise you'll be following?
[AKA, what some people might call the female role.]
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[Hah......... no. Okay. He holds his hands up, like, sorry, it was the worst joke he could have made, that's his bad.]
Seriously though, uh--sure, I guess? Just tell me what to do and I'll try to keep up.
[It should be obvious by that alone that he's never done a formal partner dance in his entire life, but don't worry!! He can always get worse.]
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And teaching dance was even further out of her expertise. ]
Right. So... [Going to get closer. Expect she still stood as far as she could while still being close enough to practice.]
You need to place your left hand on my right shoulder, my right-hand goes to your waist.
[She might not have thought this through.]
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But he's, uh, got the correct hand raised, definitely. Giving her one last look before he plants it down on her shoulder, like this is her last chance to backflip out of this interaction.]
Uh, go for it.
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But it was still tempting.
She flinched at the hand clasping her shoulder. Physical contact was still new for her, especially with a complete stranger.
Right, taking a breath.]
One, two. [Just going to mumble a beat. And attempt to start leading him through the steps. Almost mechanically.]
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He frowns, looking over at the locals who are supposed to be learning something right now, but are just watching impassively.]
Hey, come on. Quit staring and grab a partner, what do you think this is?
[This much, at least, jogs the little assembled crowd out of their bored staring, and they begin mumbling amongst themselves to pair off. Small mercies, less staring. He's helping.]