despite himself, it earns a tiny uptick at one corner of his mouth. ๏ผ
It is a dance. May I?
๏ผ he holds out his hand for her, in the style of a perfect courtly gentleman, bowing slightly. when he looks back up at her, his eyes are red with the sharingan, the better to copy her motions. rogue and criminal he may well be, but he was the heir to a prestigious clan once, a star upon which many clansfolk hitched their wagons to. of course he knows how to dance. diplomacy was a not-insignificant part of being a shinobi, and alliances could be found in the strangest of places, forged in the strangest of ways. ๏ผ
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A lucky guess. ๏ผ no. ๏ผ You're graceful.
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I suppose! Yes, all elves are so — but I have spent many of my years underneath the trees of Doriath, tracing old paths with my steps.
[ a pause. ] So you are saying... I should think of a battle like a dance?
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despite himself, it earns a tiny uptick at one corner of his mouth. ๏ผ
It is a dance. May I?
๏ผ he holds out his hand for her, in the style of a perfect courtly gentleman, bowing slightly. when he looks back up at her, his eyes are red with the sharingan, the better to copy her motions. rogue and criminal he may well be, but he was the heir to a prestigious clan once, a star upon which many clansfolk hitched their wagons to. of course he knows how to dance. diplomacy was a not-insignificant part of being a shinobi, and alliances could be found in the strangest of places, forged in the strangest of ways. ๏ผ