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❧Dance ❧With ❧Me?




➷ Pick A Muse
➷ Post a prompt, picture prompt, or set the scene.
➷ Label who you're tagging.
➷ NO REGRETS, JUST LOVE. We can dance until we die, bb.
➷ ...Something like that!

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yesplz

[fullimpulse]

For the record, Os? This is gross.

[He informs her, imperiously... but doesn't let go of her pinky. It being only the pinky makes it 1/5th gross, instead of the full 5/5ths. As it wasn't pre-meditated, that helped, too.

It wasn't everyday that you saw a shooting star; even him, a Kansas boy, with the wide open sky at his disposal all those nights he'd laid outside in fields just to keep from going home, curfew be damned... even with all that, it had been rare.

So that they'd both seen it, both gasped like kids in a candy shop, and went for each other's hands...?

Hell. It was reactionary.

There was a whole wide world out there, and Jim wouldn't be fooling anyone if he tried to say he didn't have an unbridled passion for it.]

/GIVES YOU SOME ADORABLE THEN

[oswinforthewin]

[ Oswin's face scrunches up at his protest of "gross." She is a girl, Jim. Girls are gross. Besides, weren't you the one who surprised her with a trip to Iowa? Her offhandedly mentioning she'd like to see where you were from and you taking her are two different things. It is very close to the idea of 'meet my parents.' Not that she is pointing it out. ]

You owe me a few gross moments, Jim Kirk. [ She gives him a pretend annoyed face, her nose scrunching up as her cheeks puff out. With how much she does not to act like a romantic couple that are head over heels for each other (which they pretty much are), she should have her moments every now and then.

For his complaint, Oswin simply steps closer up to him and rests her head on his arm. Ha. ]