What Does Dance || Maxriel
"Iâve been using it as an excuse more and more lately." She said, laughing lightly as she moved out of the doorway and pulled her door shut, locking it quickly. It was easy for her to just throw on something from her closet and pull her hair up into a ponytail - her appearance didnât matter too much to her anymore - and it was easier than getting all dolled up for the dance. Besides, she wasnât technically out of a costume, she was just using Salem as an excuse not to be as extravagant as she would have liked. "You are very welcome." She said, giving him a bright smile, and wrapping her arm around his waist. "Ready?"
"And you have every right to," he said, chuckling. He ran a hand through his hair and bit his lip. Well, didn't really run a hand through -- that was almost impossible -- rather... fluffed it. "If it weren't for the baby on board would you have dressed more? I mean, like... is this kinda stuff your thing? Or nah?" Beginning to walk down the halls to actually get there, he nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be." He did a cartwheel and threw his hands up in a 'ta-da!' way.
