May I Have This Dance?
— ✯ Looking up at Armin, his expression flashed only briefly to one of hurt. Like that pricking pain within him as though needles were threatening to pierce through his heart. Perhaps he shouldn’t have said anything about being scary, because it was a reminder that it was all too probable for the blond to fear him after everything that had happened. However the wave of doubt in the other’s words was very brief, quickly transforming into a small smile, letting the other know that whatever he said it was alright. Just that small smile held all too much emotion, large orbs reflecting his every emotion though it was a flurry of many — both happy and cautious, perhaps even slightly pained.
Quickly shrugging off the doubtful feeling, he stood he imagined what it would be like to really dance with somebody. He had never danced, so it wasn’t something that he even thought about of knew of in particular. Thinking more on it, he would probably be awful at it and at that thought it caused his nose to crinkle slightly, not liking the idea of being bad at something. But when the other went to stand he looked at him confused for a moment, dropping his hands before the other spoke. "Practicing…? Have you ever danced before, because I sure haven’t… and we have no music…!"
Where did this sudden feeling of nervousness come from? He assumed it was the dancing, but that wasn’t it, they would probably both be awful, but still there was this twisting, fluttering feeling in his stomach that still compelled him to moved closer. Oh he knew why, but wouldn’t dare admit. With a shake of his head and a small laugh at himself, he perked up and smiled at the other, walking into the more open area of the room. Moving his right leg behind him slightly, he bent at the hips slightly, leaning over to outstretch his right hand towards the blond. No harm, right? "Can I have this dance?"