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[judicialassistant]

[ It's perfectly timed so that Susato perks up right alongside Fang, which is probably an amusing sight to behold. She doesn't allow the dance to be interrupted though, and if anything, her movements become more fluid along with the clarity of the music. She takes the chance to spin herself into a twirl without questioning it too much.

Just dream world things. ]

Oh? You mean this wasn't your doing? [ Her faux-disappointment is not terribly convincing. ] Should we expect to find a mysterious dream gramophone hidden away somewhere in the coming days?

[chippedsoul]

[Her making the choice to twirl seems natural to him. For he doesn't lose his hold from the sudden movement and lets her do her thing. They spin and move more around the space of the porch as they ease into the motion.]

Mine? Or perhaps both our doing? [Hope she's ready for this, because he's going to stop and dip her down.] Perhaps we'll wake to the dulcet tones of the gramophone tomorrow.

[judicialassistant]

[ All the books in the world about dance couldn't prepare her for this. She might be a little tense yet again, but it's the next natural step. Gravity takes hold and she holds her breath as she falls into the dip, though she still feels as light as feathers.

Then she pauses there once she is caught, lingering on the feeling of being supported by him. ]

Whether we do or not, we would be fools not to enjoy it while it lasts.

[chippedsoul]

The night is still young. [It's actually getting a little late, but who cares about time while you're infatuated by love. Their dance seems to go on forever until it's clear their heads became heavy with sleep. Even then, they did an awkward shuffle inside while clinging onto the other, and into the nearest bedroom. Hard to say if they'll remember what happened between the porch and getting to bed.

Did they ever get a change of clothes or slept in whatever? Eitherway, Kazuma will have a most peaceful rest with Susato in his arms.]

[judicialassistant]

[ The night is still young if Kazuma says it is. It does seem to take a while though before they realize that the music just continues to play on a loop with no signs of stopping. It's not until she notices her vision start to blur and her head become foggy that the music starts to follow suit, and it's then that she finds herself clinging to him for balance as they shuffle inside.

Which room was this? She's only vaguely aware that it's not the same room she stayed in last time. Maybe it's Kazuma's.

Perhaps he took some pity on her also, because she found herself clinging to his back, chin resting against his shoulder as her head struggled to stay on straight. She was completely off the ground, but not for long.

She settles in for a nightmare-free sleep in whatever bed he chose with no energy to fuss one way or the other, knowing that she'd be safe. ]