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[hot_mess_express]

Who: anyone
When: day 29 all day
Where: wherever!

[Mingle, look at memories, run amok, whatever.

Or, you know, there's morning glories blooming all around the train today. Mostly white but with a few brilliant crimson flowers (do morning glories come in that color?), all of them smell sweet and lovely, though the red ones smell a bit like... cinnamon? They're also blooming all day, which is weird.

The scent wafts pleasantly through the train through the morning. The sweet scent brings the urge to be honest and express your emotions freely. The more spiced scent... might make you randy? No not the tall redhead. The other kind.

In either case neither effect is generally overwhelming, and can in most cases be overcome, if you happen to notice you're under any influence in the first place. The effects are subtle enough.

In the afternoon a light rain will crush the flowers, making the scents heavier, and the effects stronger for a few hours, before it all clears up in the evening.]

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[awakenerd]

Uh-huh.

[bad_crowmance]

And don't forget it~

[ He knows that wasn't an actual agreement but it's more fun to pretend it was.]

[awakenerd]

I'm not likely to forget anything to do with your delusions.

[bad_crowmance]

Just say, "You're right Crow, I'm sorry for doubting your infinite wisdom."

[awakenerd]

Yeah that's not happening in a million years.

[bad_crowmance]

Never say never! You may change your mind someday when you see the light.

[awakenerd]

I like you, but that doesn't male me a sucker.

[bad_crowmance]

I like you because you're not a sucker. Keeps me on my toes!

[awakenerd]

Good. I far prefer a lively dance partner myself.

[bad_crowmance]

Well then, Rean. Shall we dance?

[awakenerd]

It would be my pleasure.

Anything in mind?

[bad_crowmance]

[ He extends a hand towards Rean. ]

Know how to tango?

[awakenerd]

[Taking it. Tango tango, hmm.]

Of course you'd pick a tango...

[bad_crowmance]

Of course I would! It's a great dance.

[ He pulls Rean in close and assumes a proper starting position. ]

[awakenerd]

[Oh that's close.]

What, you're leading?

[He adjusts his stance for it though.]

[bad_crowmance]

Of course I am!

[ Though despite saying that, Crow would not argue if Rean took over.

He waits a moment or two, finding an internal sense of rhythm before he starts dancing, humming lightly to help Rean keep up with it. ]

[awakenerd]

[He might at another time, right now he's actually trying to fall into the tango and remember how to... do it. He's not used too following either, so he's not as graceful to start as he is as he finally gets into Crow's rhythm. It's intense, but exciting.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow is pretty patient while Rean figures himself out and waits until he seems comfortable before he lowers Rean into a dip. ]

[awakenerd]

[Oh.

He. Kind of goes red even as his arms hook around Crow to hold himself close. Boy is this a really intensely intinate dance. How do people deal with being on this end of it usually? It's intimate enough leading! He's so so aware of Crow right now.]

You're pretty good.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow's pretty aware of Rean too, of the weight of him in his arms, the exact shade of fuschia of his eyes, the way the blush creeps across his face. His grip on Rean is steady, firm. He doesn't raise him immediately. ]

You got the hang of it pretty quick. You're a good partner.

[awakenerd]

[Heck. He's so close?]

So are you. I'm not used to following, I admit.

[His fingers curl against Crow, not feeling unstable in Crow's hold but still feeling unsteady somehow.]

[bad_crowmance]

I've never really tried it before. Maybe I should give it a shot next time?

[ As tempting as it is keeping Rean dipped-- as attractive as he looks held up only by Crow's own strength-- he does reluctantly lift him back up. ]

[awakenerd]

Next time.

[He gets his feet under him, hands on Crow's shoulders.]

Dancing with you is fun, but next time we'll have music.

[bad_crowmance]

[ For a brief moment, he has this wild idea of leaning in to kiss Rean to see if he can make him go unsteady again. But in the end, he decides to behave. He leans in and murmurs softly into Rean's ear. ]

Next time, then.

[ ....Mostly behave. ]

[awakenerd]

[Well that does make his heart stop a moment, lips parted briefly. Jeez. His stomach is doing flipflops like a giddy teenager. Get a grip Rean. No reason to read into it, it's just flirty.]

Yeah.

[He manages a breath as he steps back and drops his hands.]

I'm looking forward to it.