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[mind_over_metal]

[it made me think we might be similarly occupied...]

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[mind_over_metal]

It's not the same...

*takes a swallow of his own before leaning on the arm of his chair near Erik*

Where'd you learn how to dance? Or does it just come natural for you?

[godwinner]

[ silent for a moment ]

Not every war criminal has the decency to sequester himself away from society to avoid being found.

[mind_over_metal]

*watching him*

I'm glad you've had the opportunity to put it to new uses now.

[godwinner]

Charles.

[mind_over_metal]

Erik. Where you are at present is just as open to appreciation, or critique, as where you were then. And one of them just happens to be what is actually happening now.

[godwinner]

Spare me.

[mind_over_metal]

*looks as though he's going to argue but bites his tongue on it*

[mind_over_metal]

I suppose that means I have to ask if that precludes me from getting a dance as well.

[godwinner]

[ had been looking away from Charles with a hard expression on his face, but he looks back at him now with open surprise and confusion ]

[mind_over_metal]

*performs his own finger-waggly motion next to his head, with perhaps a slight bit of exaggeration*

[godwinner]

 
 
 
 
 
Would it be real to you?

[mind_over_metal]

...define "real."

[godwinner]

I'm asking you, Charles.

[mind_over_metal]

It would be as real for me as it would be for you.

[godwinner]

[ searches his expression ]

Then if you'd do me the honour.

[mind_over_metal]

*his expression is definitely edging into tipsy-land, but his smile as he puts his hand to his temple is just bright*

[mind_over_metal]

[ Erik feels a tap on the shoulder on the side opposite where Charles is sitting ]

[godwinner]

[ turns to look at him, though it feels strange to look away to do so ]

[mind_over_metal]

[ and there he is, standing with a grin, hands shoved into his pants pockets, almost schoolboy-ish ]

Hello.

[godwinner]

[ stands up, stepping in close to look down at him, his own mouth curving, though he's not touching yet ]

Hi.

[mind_over_metal]

[ his right leg is jiggling a little, that pent-up energy of standing still, as he looks Erik square in the eyes ]

It won't be perfect. I could probably get it awfully close, eventually, with some work. But I'm not trying to fool anyone. And I'm actually using you a great deal, this is almost as much you as it is me.

[godwinner]

[ looking at him intently ]

I'll be very interested to get the details from you later.

[mind_over_metal]

[ nods, pauses a moment just long enough to start to edge into awkwardness, then takes a step back so he can hold out both hands to Erik, allowing him to pick the position of leading or following ]

Shall we?

[godwinner]

[ leading, of course, though when he takes Charles in his arms and starts to move them, his leading is a little slower than with the others he's danced with tonight; he actually seems a little unsteady on his feet from cognitive dissonance, and he exhales a laugh ]

I use my power to orient myself.

[ he says it like it's something he's never even thought of before ]

[mind_over_metal]

[ his grip on Erik's hand tightens a little ]

Sorry. That was, well, one of things- you know. I probably could, though I hadn't wanted to, I'd need to actually mask your perception of your own power and then recreate it in relation to the presented environment, which, the base concept isn't new to me, of course, but I'd obviously never met anyone with your specific gifts before you-