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-Overflow- for 24 - Autumn Reception

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!

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Maybe. It's why I won't give you crap for that delay just now.

[She says, despite the smirk on her face. She turns them again, pushing the corner of her hip against his to maneuver him, forcing her will onto him. Who said they'd only fight during training?]

[She has him at a disadvantage, and he knows perfectly well she's loving it. He doesn't move for just a heartbeat, long enough for her pit her strength against his and know that she can't make him move, before he steps with her.]

I'll remember that kindness next time I'm training you.

[...He's enjoying it. He really is. Not despite how much of a brat she is, but because of it.]

[If she was going to pay for it anyways, might as well take advantage while she can. Moving her hand, she changes the hold, placing her hand around his back, then twisting their bodies so she can dip him.]

You make it sound like I'm never kind.

[Somehow, her strength always manages to startle him. Maybe because she's so comparatively short, but really, he ought to know better.]

[Sensing he's losing ground, particularly as he's bent back almost beneath her, Dust scrambles to keep verbal place.]

You're always kind.... to those people not worth any more of your attention than that.

[She pulls him back up, having him slightly pressed up to her.]

You saying the closer I am to someone, the meaner I am?

You've never given me a break. [Nor does he seem to want one. Dust turns slightly with her, then steps away as he lifts her hand -- they might be competing in some ridiculous way, but he doesn't for a moment think she'd fail to spin as he's signalling.]

Hmm..maybe I don't actually like you?

[Even if they were competing, she wasn't going to have him hold his hand up awkwardly. They still gotta look good. She follows the cue and spins, a playful smirk on her face as she faces him again.]

If you didn't like me...

[When she twists around, he draws her back in -- not roughly enough to put her the slightest bit off-balance, but with a firmness and unyielding strength that brings her right up against him.]

You wouldn't be here.

Have you considered I might want to embarrass you?

[She doesn't crash into him, that's for sure. Her stance is strong, bumping into him more to show that she was going to follow, but not yield.]

That's too easy. You prefer a challenge.

[And making Dust dance competently with her is definitely a challenge.]

Did you seriously just admit to being easy to embarrass?

[Chinatsu had to laugh. But it wasn't an insulting one.]

You sound so sure that you know me.

[Not that she said he was wrong either.]

In the middle of a dance? Yeah. [He can admit it. Dust is easier to embarrass than he particularly likes, being unsuited to the social situations he so often finds himself in.]

[Chinatsu doesn't take advantage of that. Not really. And he appreciates that.]

I think I have a pretty good handle on you.

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Cheeky.

[She pivots, swiftly turning them then extending one leg back so she can lean away from Dust, curving her back.]

Could say the same for you, though.

Oh yeah? [Dust doesn't offer so much of an inch of yield as she puts her weight against his strength, supporting her as she needs.] Let's hear some deep insight then.

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

[Not insights, but they were jokes.]

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.]

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.

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.]

[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.]

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

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

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.]

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[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.

[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.]

[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.

[Another smirk.]

When am I not?

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