( ooc: oh, i'm 100% down for slow dancing! maybe the second could be something vocal, like each sharing a certain kind of story. and then to finish it off, they can touch each other to completion, unless you want to take it a step further. )
[ like her captain. by the sounds of it, he wonders if she's some kind of soldier herself; he's close enough to her to feel the frequent graze of her arm against his own, the presence of some firm enough muscles there to suggest she's fairly active. the way she holds herself, the determination to counter their situation, it reads like someone who's used to taking on a fight, whether on purpose or not, all signals he recognizes, because he's got a few of them himself.
it's a conversation starter if he wants it to be, to ask her if she's got squad of her own if she has a captain, but frank's not even sure he wants to get into personal details. with things like this, it's just better to get right to it and move on. ]
Okay. [ he gives a nod, taking her hint as his eyes shift over to the table where he notices the flip chart facing up. the angle makes it hard to read from here and so he gives her a nudge of his arm to indicate they may need to do a little in-sync walking to get there, something that requires him to crouch down a little to balance with her height.
once they get close enough though, he tilts his head, reading the instruction on that top page with a sudden roll of his eyes. ] Slow dancing, huh? These bastards like their jokes, don't they?
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[ like her captain. by the sounds of it, he wonders if she's some kind of soldier herself; he's close enough to her to feel the frequent graze of her arm against his own, the presence of some firm enough muscles there to suggest she's fairly active. the way she holds herself, the determination to counter their situation, it reads like someone who's used to taking on a fight, whether on purpose or not, all signals he recognizes, because he's got a few of them himself.
it's a conversation starter if he wants it to be, to ask her if she's got squad of her own if she has a captain, but frank's not even sure he wants to get into personal details. with things like this, it's just better to get right to it and move on. ]
Okay. [ he gives a nod, taking her hint as his eyes shift over to the table where he notices the flip chart facing up. the angle makes it hard to read from here and so he gives her a nudge of his arm to indicate they may need to do a little in-sync walking to get there, something that requires him to crouch down a little to balance with her height.
once they get close enough though, he tilts his head, reading the instruction on that top page with a sudden roll of his eyes. ] Slow dancing, huh? These bastards like their jokes, don't they?