[ deadpan: ] Dinner and a show then. Marvelous. Glad that's precisely what I have to look forward to.
[ there's an indignant sound that comes off percy - something like a snort and a laugh and a huff, however he manages it. it's magic.
the mood is clear, he can feel it in the way his hand is held fast in vax's, fingers curling just enough that he can feel his bones creak together beneath his skin. he returns the hold with something similar, a grip that might either attempt to be challenging or stabilizing, but not coddling. it's knowing without knowing, acknowledging without saying a word just yet because vax isn't stupid.
percy moves carefully through the steps, and perhaps the tempo is a hair slower than dictated, but more accurate footwork means less glitter as the droid observes their dancing with all the presence of a nasty little metal teacher.
eventually, percy taps the side of his hand with a thumb: ]
no subject
[ there's an indignant sound that comes off percy - something like a snort and a laugh and a huff, however he manages it. it's magic.
the mood is clear, he can feel it in the way his hand is held fast in vax's, fingers curling just enough that he can feel his bones creak together beneath his skin. he returns the hold with something similar, a grip that might either attempt to be challenging or stabilizing, but not coddling. it's knowing without knowing, acknowledging without saying a word just yet because vax isn't stupid.
percy moves carefully through the steps, and perhaps the tempo is a hair slower than dictated, but more accurate footwork means less glitter as the droid observes their dancing with all the presence of a nasty little metal teacher.
eventually, percy taps the side of his hand with a thumb: ]
Loosen up in the hand, I'm not about to drop you.
[ literally and figuratively. ]