[ But yes, sensing. It comes so naturally to her at this point, she hardly thinks to explain it without any further prompting. Even now she, for the sake of the dance, has her claws gently sunk into Richie's brain in an attempt to get the gist out of him. What she gets for her troubles, however— ... Her steps halt abruptly, as a vague mess of thoughts flutter briefly to the surface of his mind. Not that she's any stranger to violence by a long shot, but of all things, being slapped with it in the middle of a party after centuries of peace? ]
[ She hovers still, even as Richie begins to move along to his explanation, lips pursed and head bowed in the direction of their feet without much acknowledgement. Never did have the pleasure of knowing, just what her eyes might have looked like after Golathanian was through with them. Never had the opportunity to get the mirror out for that one. Thanks for that, Richard. First the dissonant flickers through his memories of Yusuke, now these bizarre, haunting visions, why does your head do these things... ]
[ ... She feels at some point, she will have to press further, for her own morbid curiosity if nothing else, but they are—allegedly—attempting to enjoy themselves here. And the beat is so desperately trying to keep her dancing. So she sighs, brushes it off for now as he does, and her own feet begin to move again, joining in after a telltale tap that apparently signifies the repeat of the cycle. ]
Like so?
[ Now that she's got a point of reference, it's easy to quicken her steps back up to the tempo proper. Is she going the right way... ]
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[ But yes, sensing. It comes so naturally to her at this point, she hardly thinks to explain it without any further prompting. Even now she, for the sake of the dance, has her claws gently sunk into Richie's brain in an attempt to get the gist out of him. What she gets for her troubles, however— ... Her steps halt abruptly, as a vague mess of thoughts flutter briefly to the surface of his mind. Not that she's any stranger to violence by a long shot, but of all things, being slapped with it in the middle of a party after centuries of peace? ]
[ She hovers still, even as Richie begins to move along to his explanation, lips pursed and head bowed in the direction of their feet without much acknowledgement. Never did have the pleasure of knowing, just what her eyes might have looked like after Golathanian was through with them. Never had the opportunity to get the mirror out for that one. Thanks for that, Richard. First the dissonant flickers through his memories of Yusuke, now these bizarre, haunting visions, why does your head do these things... ]
[ ... She feels at some point, she will have to press further, for her own morbid curiosity if nothing else, but they are—allegedly—attempting to enjoy themselves here. And the beat is so desperately trying to keep her dancing. So she sighs, brushes it off for now as he does, and her own feet begin to move again, joining in after a telltale tap that apparently signifies the repeat of the cycle. ]
Like so?
[ Now that she's got a point of reference, it's easy to quicken her steps back up to the tempo proper. Is she going the right way... ]