theairlock | week 7

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!round 2,
!week 7

week 7

[For the first time in several weeks there is no new memorial in the garden. No new body in the morgue, no bloody mess for the roombas to clean. Choromatsu is still in need of time to heal and constant vigilance but he's alive. They're all alive for once on a Sunday and, even with the terrible realizations their returning memories may bring, there's a sense of hope for the first time in a long time.

There is no new floor this week.

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Did you just call yourself-- [DON'T TRIP ON YOURSELF CHURCH yes good catch yourself] Did you just call--you're hysterical, did you know that? You're just...a god damn troll sometimes. Wait until I teach them some Lady Gaga or Kesha. [And he can say those names and not be embarrassed because Ardyn wouldn't know!] Pretty sure they know all the Queen there is to know anyway.

Careful, you missed a step.

[sometimes?]

We'll have to see about teaching them a few things. If we get several together we might be able to have a chorus of Stand By Me sometime.

You're the worst. [He refocuses, making a point to watch their feet more closely so he can actually be a little more fluid instead of just keeping up. He's hoping it'll distract him from thinking about what is actually fucking happening here.] And also the best. Holy shit. If we're ever feeling like we really need a cheesy friendship ballad, we'll teach it to everyone.

I think the others might even appreciate that, don't you? It would be a nice change of pace as far as entertainment goes.

I'm the guy that does the silly funny ha-ha ridiculous stuff, not so much the hand-holding kumbaya my lord stuff. But I'm game for it.

[He finds himself humming along to the tune as he step, step, step, sway, sashay, turn, it's catchy.] Y'know, we've got an actual dance studio. For dancing. Now that I think about it. [Just pointing that out.]

You been telling people about what happened, or are you letting them find out on their own?

This is fine, even with a bit less room. [don't question it, church.]

I discussed it with one or two people. I think I'll just let the rest figure it out, if I haven't enough time to mention it to the group at large.

Lil bit more intimate, huh~? [stop preening]

It shouldn't be hard for everyone to put it together. We all saw you last time. You're a lot warmer now. In every way.

...That's a nice change of pace, as well. Even if the result is you clinging to me like a persistent status ailment.

I don't cling. [He clings.] I just like warm things. I liked you just fine when you were chilly, too.

You absolutely cling, inescapably.

[admit it, church]

Nope, not clingy. I just...cuddle up. When I sleep. That's all.

[Hey you know what how about instead of having this conversation he'll grab Lucy-bird's attention.] Let's show him how well I can pick up what he puts down, my lady. Turn it up. [Yes apparently that's the best way to not have any conversation about whether or not he clings you stupid fuck.]

One of these days you may have to learn not to challenge me.

[He tightened his hold on Church as Luscinia happily picked up the tempo, starting to move more quickly in response. One-two-three, better keep up or you'll trip.]

[So long as he's not terribly distracted, he only stumbles a little at the beginning. Still not nearly fluid enough to be called graceful by any means, and occasionally seems to skip rather than really step, but he at least keeps up, laughing. Yeah, this seems like Ardyn's kinda music, just look at that shirt and that god damn mystery vest, it screams 'period drama'.]

Yawn, not much of a challenge is it. [Yes, he's teasing, the both of them really.] Show me something new.

What did I just say?

[Ardyn smirked sharply, pulling on Church's arm to spin him around...]

[...and then grabbing his waist again to lean the two of them over in a dramatic dip with no small amount of flourish and punctuated with a sudden kiss.]

[One does not provoke the worst troll ever to exist on Eos.]

[It feels silly to spin and yet kind of freeing. All dancing, after all, is just moving with the music. He's still laughing about this whole absurd thing until he's dipped and, before he can even react to that, he's being kissed.

His leg does not pop up. But it's a near thing.

It is the most ridiculous moment, like looking up at her in boot after she'd decked a guy that beat the shit out of him and she held her hand out to him and smirk-smiled and it was like there was a fucking halo around her head. Like that. But with Ardyn in a bar with a bird cooing a waltz in the middle of a murder mansion. It confuses the hell out of him in a lot of ways because there's next to no fucking similarities there, but there's nothing not absurd about this.]

I was wrong. [It's stated with such breathless astonishment.] I'm the Disney princess.

You know full well I've no idea what that means.

[He pulled Church back to an upright position, immediately moving back into the same quick rhythmic steps.] Do keep up, Leonard, I won't catch you if you trip.

It'snotimportant.

[It's incredibly important, and he's bumbling along in a daze for a few more seconds before his brain and his feet start synching up again.] Gasp. You'd let me fall right into some chairs, or a hard floor, instead of catching your partner? Some team member you are. [Give him a second he's still trying to refind the rhythm, where it's one-two-three, instead of trying to stumble in on one-two-three or the dreaded one-two-three. He'll get it. Just a second.]

[better hurry and keep up because he sure ain't slowing down]

If I were to catch you every time you fall, that would just be incentive not to learn how to stay upright.

You're not gonna trick me into calling you dad with your fatherly lessons. [Because then he'd have to kinkshame. One...one...one-two-three, there we go, he's got it again.]

[you made it weird, church.]

I would certainly hope not.

[damn it usually it's jumpy that makes it weird THIS IS STILL JUMPY'S FAULT THO]

Maybe you'd prefer to think of it as kingly advice. Sage advice. From a sage.

[He made it weird and his attempt at recovery is not so helpful. ...He's just gonna dance, okay, and try to get better at this speed. There's totally not a thing on his mind. Nope. How does he even broach the subject now? Ruined moment. What kind of dumb question is that anyway. Focus. Focusssssss.]

You're falling out of step again. [Ardyn glanced to the floor to make sure Church wasn't about to step directly on his feet, thank you very much.]

[...Something was starting to seem just a little off about this.]

What's wrong? Can't you concentrate?

I'm concentrating just fine.

[He could just ask, but it feels like the words dry up in his mouth every time.]

Just thinking. I'll try to stop that. Spin me again, you fuck.

I'm sure that you are.

[he said, not believing that in the slightest but spinning church around anyway.]

God, Donut would flip if he saw me fucking ballroom dancing. He'd never let me live down my terrible form. He'd insist I get it right. [A good spin. No dip, but a good spin.] Tex would definitely call me a nerdy fuck, but she'd dig it. Secretly. I'd know. Tucker might find it funny and insist that club dancing is the best way to pick up chicks. Caboose would try. Bless his stupid oxygen-deprived heart, he'd try. Sarge probably line dances. Simmons would do the robot because he's a geeky shit who I in no way can imagine dancing. Grif wouldn't, because that involves getting up and moving. Doc might do a cute shuffle, I dunno. Lopez might salsa. I don't know. That might be racist? That might be racist to assume he can salsa. He sure can't fucking sing, that's for sure.

[He might be babbling again. This is a distraction.]

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