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[thenightmarebegins]

Groose has returned home.

[Vincent normally doesn't care to remark on these things, and it's not as if he knew the real Groose too well. It's not even as if he was the type of person whose company he'd want to be in. And yet... and yet, because of the experiment prior to the last, he has just enough lingering familiarity that his leaving is bothersome.]

I wonder if perhaps... some of us were not meant to ever return to where we're from. If perhaps that's for the best.

[There are Reasons he's started to think this, but that's all he's going to say for now on the matter. For now, he's limping across town slowly, with a pair of ruined shoes and some terribly aching feet. Magical dancing really took a toll on them- he only hopes he'll find the appropriate type again.]

Comments

[lostinmyway]

Really? Why not?

[But it's a lot of fun!]

[thenightmarebegins]

Perhaps I might have in a lifetime far removed from this one. Not anymore.

[Yes, because that explanation just makes so much sense.]

[lostinmyway]

Did you have anyone to dance with?

[thenightmarebegins]

Well... No.

[Imagine how foolish he must have looked.]

[lostinmyway]

Well, it's more fun to dance with someone else. Next time, why don't we dance together?

[There! Problem solved.]

[thenightmarebegins]

Next time...

[It won't even happen again, right? He hopes, at least...]

If it happens.

[lostinmyway]

Maybe we could even dance together before the next time!

[Because she loves dancing! Just like...well, everything else.]

[thenightmarebegins]

Before...

[That's not something he was planning on anytime soon, anyway...]

[lostinmyway]

Yes, that's right. Wouldn't that be nice?

[thenightmarebegins]

There would still need to be a reason for it to happen...

[lostinmyway]

[She shakes her head.]

Oh, no, you don't need a reason to dance. You can do it just because you feel like it.

[thenightmarebegins]

I doubt I ever have.

[Well... perhaps long ago, in another lifetime...]

[lostinmyway]

Really? Never?

[That seems so strange to her.]

[thenightmarebegins]

It's been a very long time.

[lostinmyway]

[Grune thinks about that for a while. Then, she holds out her hand.]

Vincent, let's go dance.

[Grune, his feet are probably still killing him from the last time he danced, even with your healing.]

[thenightmarebegins]

...Right now...?

[Yes, he did completely wear himself out back there dancing, and besides that, he's all uncertain about trying it in his normal mindset.]

[lostinmyway]

Yes, that's right. [She reaches for his hand.] After all, it's a lovely day!

[thenightmarebegins]

But... aren't you tired of dancing by now...?

[lostinmyway]

Oh, no, I'm not tired at all! [...Hmm.] Are you tired?

[thenightmarebegins]

I've been dancing for a while already...

[lostinmyway]

Hmm.... Then maybe we should wait to dance until a little later. Then you won't be tired.

[...She doesn't let go of his hand, though.]

[thenightmarebegins]

I would be fine with that.

[...Yes. He notices this... and is wondering why.]

[lostinmyway]

[Partiy it's because she likes holding hands, and partly it's because, well...she forgot. Yup.]

All right. We can dance another day then.

[thenightmarebegins]

[Whatever the reason, Vincent is just glad now to be off the hook for that.]

Very well.

[lostinmyway]

[She looks him over again.]

Do you need any more healing?