-Overflow- for 24 - Autumn Reception

[godsoffortune]

Who: Everyone!
What: Autumn Reception
When: September 30, 6 PM
Where: The Gods' Meeting Hall
Summary: The Heavens are throwing a formal party! Old and new gods alike are invited, so put on your nicest outfits and some good dancing shoes, and come see what this shindig is all about.

Continuing from HERE!

Comments

[redmare]

Hmmm...You've got poor taste in popcorn, movies, songs..huh, that's everything.

[Not insights, but they were jokes.]

[mithrarin]

Maybe I do... but they're all better than yours, so I can't complain.

[He tugs her right back up out of that lean, catching her as he does.]

[redmare]

Says you. [She scoffs as she's brought back up.]

...You're diligent to a fault. You don't cut yourself any slack, but you don't treat others the same way. [Chinatsu does pause. She's not sure now was the best time to speak her mind on things. Even she was aware of how she worded things.]

And anyone who says caramel popcorn is better than cheese can't be trusted.

[mithrarin]

So you're saying I'm going too easy on you in training?

[Her words hit home, make no mistake. But that pause tells him she didn't quite mean to aim a barb quite so low, quite so effectively -- so he makes a joke out of it, to spare them both.]

[...It's nice to know she cares.]

[redmare]

[She's glad he went along with it.]

Don't use that as an excuse just 'cause I've beaten you a couple of times.

[And of course she cared. But she's not about to say that out loud.]

[mithrarin]

[Like he said... Dust has a pretty good handle on her.]

You start talking like that and I'm going to start trying harder.

[redmare]

If you don't, you're the one that's going to end up hurt.

[She starts to spin them, weaving them between the other dancers before returning to basic movements.]

[mithrarin]

[Dust follows her steps carefully, graceful by nature, but he has to admit how skillfully she moves. She has a real knack for this, and... well, it makes her look lovely.]

Right. Step up my training game. Message received.

[redmare]

[Chinatsu draws her leg back in, pulling them up to a stop as the music ends. They were at the center of the dance floor now.]

About time you did.

[Would she regret it? During training probably. But Chinatsu didn't like things easily. Something he had already pointed out earlier.]

[mithrarin]

[Give full credit to her: center though they might be, Dust hadn't noticed. Isn't even self-conscious. She'd distracted him magnificently from his, well, general Dust-like behavior.]

You better be ready, Chinatsu.

[redmare]

[Another smirk.]

When am I not?

[mithrarin]

['When your mattress attacks', he thinks, but doesn't say.]

Guess it's time for you to find out, huh?