* ANSWERED
@burieshim: [ dance ]
Quint had been sitting off to the side of the festivities. Watching others dance about and drink happily with one another. So when his hand is taken in the woman’s, palm and fingers petite against his own, and pulled up out of his seat he can’t help the look of confusion that washed over his features. That was till Abigail began leading them closer to the music. Cheeks warmed with embarrassment and a sense of nervous settled in his gut. Right hand gently wrapping around her own, while the other gloved and stiff artificial limb rested on a hip. The basics were understood, but the movement wasn’t as SMOOTH.
“Be warned.” He started with a chuckle, attempting to step in rhythm with her, “I’m NOT very good at dancin’.”
