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“Oh, if you wouldn’t mind, could you place your hand on my shoulder? Just sort of ah- go with the flow, as they say. I shall lead,” they grinned, carefully placing their free hand on her waist, “And I promise, I’m not trying to get fresh with you here… this is how we danced in my time.”

She did as they had instructed and placed her hand on their shoulder, “Get fresh? What does that mean? I’m not following that train of thought though I do know how to waltz. I prefer “Your time” to mine to be completely honest.”

“I didn’t want you to think I was getting a bit too um… what’s the word? Handsy? I don’t know, I learned that phrase from another ghost…” they muttered.

“Oh! I didn’t think you were getting too close, you’re absolutely fine.” She responded with a small smile, she started to hum quietly to the piano playing behind them. 

"Ah okay then! I just wanted to be sure.... Make certain I wasn't overstepping my bounds or anything... Shall we?" they rambled. In an attempt to still look calm and collected, Dorian carefully and gracefully began to waltz with her in time to the music.

“Honestly, it can be sort of a lonely existence…. or that was the case for me at first. All my friends and loved ones were still living and I could see them, but was unable to reach out to them… to tell them that I’m fine,” Dorian sighed, realizing what a downer they much sound like now, “Oh,but it isn’t all bad! I’ve met some incredibly interesting individuals during my time as a ghost! Like this absolutely lovely silent film starlet, and a pirate captain who’s crew committed mutiny because he was ‘too nice.’ They’re all such fascinating people, really.”

“At least you have your ghost friends, I’d probably go nuts without at least someone to talk to.” Maria chuckled. “Though, I have to wonder, do you flirt with every outrageously gorgeous person you come across or is it just me?”

They blushed slightly, not realizing just how flirty they were getting. How terribly uncouth! “Oh dear… I ah- I’m a bit of an old hopeless romantic, you see,” they explained, “However, if you didn’t mind my flirting, I shall continue.”

“I encourage the flirting so please, continue. I can honestly say this will probably be the only time a ghost will flirt with me and vise versa.” Maria laughed.

“You think this is the only time that you shall flirt with a ghost?” Dorian smirked, “My word, I’m awfully flattered, Maria my dear.”

“You are also the only ghost I have spoken with so you are very special, dear Dorian.” She laughed.

“Oh my, if i still had blood I would be blushing,” they said with a wink, “I do so hope that I am being charming enough for you.”

“If you were anymore charming, I’d probably explode.” Maria laughed. “I wish I could hold your hand.”

"I think if I concentrate hard enough, that might be possible... The hand holding, not making you explode, I mean."

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“Oh, if you wouldn’t mind, could you place your hand on my shoulder? Just sort of ah- go with the flow, as they say. I shall lead,” they grinned, carefully placing their free hand on her waist, “And I promise, I’m not trying to get fresh with you here… this is how we danced in my time.”

She did as they had instructed and placed her hand on their shoulder, “Get fresh? What does that mean? I’m not following that train of thought though I do know how to waltz. I prefer “Your time” to mine to be completely honest.”

“I didn’t want you to think I was getting a bit too um... what’s the word? Handsy? I don’t know, I learned that phrase from another ghost...” they muttered.

“Oh, if you wouldn’t mind, could you place your hand on my shoulder? Just sort of ah- go with the flow, as they say. I shall lead,” they grinned, carefully placing their free hand on her waist, “And I promise, I’m not trying to get fresh with you here... this is how we danced in my time.”

“It most certainly does… Especially when the other ghosts avoid you… I suppose your company is better than none.”

“If it helps, you would have spooked anyone other than me. Wait…the other ghosts avoid you? May I ask why?” She asked, leading him back to her little shelter.  

“They tend to find me um… well… annoying,” Dorian sighed, “They say I try too hard with my hauntings…”

“I don’t find you annoying. And if they think that, then try not haunting things. Friends are more fun any how.”

“But we’re ghosts! That’s what we do!” they protested, stomping their foot and attempting to do their best ‘angry’ face, which made them look more like a pissed off toddler, “I can’t just stop trying to haunt!”

She giggled quietly “Well, can you and I be friends?”

“If you promise not to tease me.”

“I promise not to tease you.” She swore. 

“Very well!” they said with a dramatic flourish of the hand, “What shall we do now, miss?”

“Well, I have a chess board, or we could just sit and talk, or I could put on some music and we could dance. All things I like to do.

“Oh, you like to dance? What sort of music do you have? I don’t mean to brag, but I am /quite/ the dancer, you know.”

“I see, well I have some more recent music, I have electro swing, I have new music that sounds like old music and some classical piano pieces because they keep me calm.” She listed off all the music she could remember off of her playlist from the top of her head.

“Could you play the classical piano pieces, if you don’t mind? That’s a bit more my speed,” they asked, figuring that was somethings they could figure out how to dance to.

“Well, of course!” She said before hurrying to put one of her more favorited pieces on. Her speakers started up again and the music started to play. She smiled back at them and twirled her way to stand up next to them

Dorian bowed politely then offered her their hand, pulling her into a waltz position. “I do apologize if my dancing is a bit rusty. It’s been quite some time since I’ve done it.”

“Honestly, it can be sort of a lonely existence…. or that was the case for me at first. All my friends and loved ones were still living and I could see them, but was unable to reach out to them… to tell them that I’m fine,” Dorian sighed, realizing what a downer they much sound like now, “Oh,but it isn’t all bad! I’ve met some incredibly interesting individuals during my time as a ghost! Like this absolutely lovely silent film starlet, and a pirate captain who’s crew committed mutiny because he was ‘too nice.’ They’re all such fascinating people, really.”

“At least you have your ghost friends, I’d probably go nuts without at least someone to talk to.” Maria chuckled. “Though, I have to wonder, do you flirt with every outrageously gorgeous person you come across or is it just me?”

They blushed slightly, not realizing just how flirty they were getting. How terribly uncouth! “Oh dear… I ah- I’m a bit of an old hopeless romantic, you see,” they explained, “However, if you didn’t mind my flirting, I shall continue.”

“I encourage the flirting so please, continue. I can honestly say this will probably be the only time a ghost will flirt with me and vise versa.” Maria laughed.

“You think this is the only time that you shall flirt with a ghost?” Dorian smirked, “My word, I’m awfully flattered, Maria my dear.”

“You are also the only ghost I have spoken with so you are very special, dear Dorian.” She laughed.

“Oh my, if i still had blood I would be blushing,” they said with a wink, “I do so hope that I am being charming enough for you.”

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“It most certainly does… Especially when the other ghosts avoid you… I suppose your company is better than none.”

“If it helps, you would have spooked anyone other than me. Wait…the other ghosts avoid you? May I ask why?” She asked, leading him back to her little shelter.  

“They tend to find me um… well… annoying,” Dorian sighed, “They say I try too hard with my hauntings…”

“I don’t find you annoying. And if they think that, then try not haunting things. Friends are more fun any how.”

“But we’re ghosts! That’s what we do!” they protested, stomping their foot and attempting to do their best ‘angry’ face, which made them look more like a pissed off toddler, “I can’t just stop trying to haunt!”

She giggled quietly “Well, can you and I be friends?”

“If you promise not to tease me.”

“I promise not to tease you.” She swore. 

“Very well!” they said with a dramatic flourish of the hand, “What shall we do now, miss?”

“Well, I have a chess board, or we could just sit and talk, or I could put on some music and we could dance. All things I like to do.

“Oh, you like to dance? What sort of music do you have? I don’t mean to brag, but I am /quite/ the dancer, you know.”

“I see, well I have some more recent music, I have electro swing, I have new music that sounds like old music and some classical piano pieces because they keep me calm.” She listed off all the music she could remember off of her playlist from the top of her head.

"Could you play the classical piano pieces, if you don't mind? That's a bit more my speed," they asked, figuring that was somethings they could figure out how to dance to.