[ All good things must come to an end, apparently. To lead to other Things, of course. Percival's brow furrows in confusion when she stops in her tracks, especially when she'd been so easy and pleasant to dance with up until now, until he realizes that he cannot keep guiding their movements, either. ]
What manner of—
[ He looks up to where she's silently gesturing, his easy smile replaced by an embarrassed flush. ]
Of course. Why should we have ever considered ourselves safe from such trickery?! [ His mood is considerably less happy now, though it's not her fault, he's just...
this isn't his first time either, and he's tired of being embarrassed. Pepecry. ]
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What manner of—
[ He looks up to where she's silently gesturing, his easy smile replaced by an embarrassed flush. ]
Of course. Why should we have ever considered ourselves safe from such trickery?! [ His mood is considerably less happy now, though it's not her fault, he's just...
this isn't his first time either, and he's tired of being embarrassed. Pepecry. ]