Daan

[scrapdraught]

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[recession]

[ There's a bit of an aura that says he doesn't know what junior high is. Because he's not gone to school, he's European, and it's 1942. All these three things at once.

In his own equivalent though... well, days best left forgotten. ]

I do enjoy a normal one.

[ Just for the record. ]

[scrapdraught]

[Her head ducks a little. Hiding the smile.]

Ditto.

[recession]

None of what you were doing earlier looked like a waltz.

[ The middle finger disco truly is a standout. ]

[scrapdraught]

Oh god, right, you've never seen the earthly delights of a twentieth century night club.

[She cocks her head.]

Do you want a lesson?

[recession]

I am from the twentieth century, in case you've forgotten. I've been around them a fair amount.

Societies, cabarets. Their ins and outs.

[scrapdraught]

Early twentieth century. Time moved fast Daan, and dance moved faster.

Come on. I can get you up to speed.

[Extends hand]

[recession]

You have one shot and I'm not doing the weird pointing one.

[ Humours her because he thinks her time is limited,,, still think it'd be amazing if she just endgamed like this though. Takes hand. ]