[Between everything, Kadoc's sufficiently relaxed enough that he doesn't notice consciously; if he did, he'd surely trip up, probably with some self-deprecating complaint. Slow down, you know I suck at this! But even if he's far from great, he doesn't suck quite as much as he would have expected either. Once they get into the rhythm of it, it flows. Whatever music is playing now, whether it's in his own mindscape or aloud for them both, isn't rock anymore, but something that matches the beat, makes it easier to dance to. 1, 2, 3 . . .
Gareth giggles and he glances away in a tiny fit of embarrassment at the sound. He has both good and bad associations with girls laughing, and even if he can tell it isn't derisive from her, he can't quite bear to see it without blushing again. But it's because of that that he looks to the side and finally notices the shadows. His eyes widen. Whoa, shit.]
—Hey! It worked. Check out the walls . . . don't stop yet.
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Gareth giggles and he glances away in a tiny fit of embarrassment at the sound. He has both good and bad associations with girls laughing, and even if he can tell it isn't derisive from her, he can't quite bear to see it without blushing again. But it's because of that that he looks to the side and finally notices the shadows. His eyes widen. Whoa, shit.]
—Hey! It worked. Check out the walls . . . don't stop yet.