[CLOSED] The March of the March

[bowtography]

WHO: March 7th, various.
WHAT: Various shenanigans (feel free to pm me for a starter!)
WHERE: Many places
WHEN: March 2024
WARNINGS: None yet!

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[frostfist]

[ I see your agenda here. Wriothesley doesn't, but that doesn't stop him from firing back with an immediate retort. ]

There's no such thing as a guaranteed failsafe that prevents accidents from ever happening again. You'll have to try harder than that if you want to convince me.

[bowtography]

The dramatic dipping!!

[ COME ON!! ]

[frostfist]

[ WHO IS HE EVEN GOING TO DIP? Thank goodness it's a slow period right now and they can stand around debating the merits of dance lessons. ]

Is this a particular dream of yours, to be dramatically dipped?

[ Why is she so fixated on this, huh. ]

[bowtography]

I like having new experiences and that one hasn't happened yet.

But also it'd make you even more charming and maybe then you'd have better luck in romance.

[ Sparkle. ]

[frostfist]

[ Ah right. His love life. ]

Shouldn't you be more worried about your own romantic pursuits instead of mine?

[bowtography]

No, I'm still getting to know people here. [ matter-of-factly. ]

And I believe in supporting my friends!

[frostfist]

You don't believe in love at first sight?

[ The faster they turn this away from him, the better. ]

[bowtography]

... [ her eyebrows furrow, slightly. ]

I can't trust someone right off the bat and how am I supposed to be in love with someone I don't trust?

[frostfist]

Good question. Unfortunately, I don't have an answer for that.

[ Because he is the same. ]

But I'm sure someone out there could give you an explanation if you really wanted one.

[bowtography]

Pass. I think I'm just fine waiting.

[ And she doesn't even have her memories, what if she ends up being someone completely different-- ]

But you're taking lessons with me in the meantime, right?

[frostfist]

[ He puts his hands on his hips and looks down at her. ]

Do I have a choice in the matter?

[bowtography]

Sure. You can decide the kind of dance!

[ There are so many styles, she knows that much.

But also she's putting her stack of linen into the closet to be productive. ]

[frostfist]

[ THIS DOESN'T FEEL LIKE A CHOICE...... But okay, hang on, give him a second to browse through dances on G*ogle. ]

If your goal is to become more graceful, then some sort of ballroom dance would be your best option.

[ And then she can finally live her dream of being DIPPED. ]

[bowtography]

And you could be a boxer who also knows a box step!

[ Wow. Meant to be, clearly. ]

[frostfist]

[ Wow. ]

Haha. [ Yes, he did say that haha out loud. ] Truly an inspired choice. I suppose that settles it then.

[bowtography]

Perfect! Now that that's settled [ "that" being "wow Wriothesley sure did consign himself to ballroom dancing damnation" ] wanna help me make some of the beds for the patients?

[ She can be useful again now. ]

[frostfist]

[ Maybe ballroom dancing will come in handy one day. Maybe. ]

That is why I'm here. [ To do actual work instead of being browbeaten into dance lessons. ] You're sure you don't want to try and do it all on your own to [ hmmm ] improve your speed and dexterity?

[bowtography]

... But I like talking to you.

[ Well now she just sounds petulant. ]

[frostfist]

[ Wait until he starts extolling the virtues of tea and then she won't like talking to him as much. ]

Because I agree to your requests more often than not?

[bowtography]

... You don't have any kind of faith in yourself as a person, do you?

[ Dry. ]

[frostfist]

[ With a bright smile: ]

I like to set realistic expectations. [ Why set the bar any higher when he can just walk right over where it is on the ground right now? ] But for your information, I'm quite confident in my own skills.

[bowtography]

But not confident in why I like talking to you.

[ A slow, sad shake of her head. ]

[frostfist]

Most people don't actually enjoy talking to me. In fact, most people are much happier never having to see me.

[ If only she knew what he did before this, then maybe she would understand why most people wouldn't want to talk to him. ]

Shall we get started on making those beds?

[bowtography]

Geez-- [ she grumbles, grabbing some sheets out of the cabinet before starting to stride down the hall. ]

Why are you and Izou both like this?? Fine! I'm not "most people", then!

[frostfist]

[ Not him being compared to Izou.... ]

You mean our resident dog-whisperer? [ He's joking but also not joking. ] He seemed fine enough when we spoke.