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So that’s how he found himself bathing in the sea just bellow the cliff were his mansion sat. It was technically still his property, no one would bother him for his nakedness, right?

Scrutinizing the wisps of smoke coiling up from a cigarette between his fingers, Eoin appeared deep in thought. “Yer know what’s a shame?” the cambion finally spoke, between taking a fresh drag of the cancer stick, “I haven’t danced since..” The Scotsman paused, shifting through the endless files of memories within his brain until it settled on one moment in-particular. “March of 2009.. me buddy’s wedding, drunker than shite.. The lot of us destroyed that wooden stage..” Snorting to himself as he remembered it, he exhaled smoke at the same time he snuffed out the cigarette on the bottom of his shoe. “I don’t know why I haven’t since,” Eoin commented then with a bothersome furrow to his brow. “Aye, I love to dance.” Indeed, the man had an arsenal of styles he had learned throughout his lifetime, a testament to the fact he did enjoy it. Any form of spontaneous expression drew him in like a month to the flame, of course. “Why don’t I dance if I love to dance?” The question was whispered more to himself, clearly expecting no answer, though he looked so perplexed by it. Finally, those blue eyes looked up suddenly and bore into the other person. “Yer want to dance?” @inabsentiastarters​

“Why are we just standing in there, sweetheart?” Zeke smiled at the the person next to his both, this year he had decided to chose a disguise a little...different from the usal, he was tired of getting made out, which to be fair was mostly due to his personality than anything, but still. “if you have good ain, it shouldn’t be a problem, honey!” he grabbed one of the balls, “I’ll give you a free try? what do you say? all you gotta do is hit all the cans and you can chose a price!”  @inabsentiastarters​

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