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open to -> anyone (mutuals and non-mutuals)

fandom/au -> the hunger games

plot -> It’s the third quarter quell, inspired by last year’s game involving the death of the two love birds, the game-makers allow there to be two victors. The catch is that one’s partner is not from their own district and tributes will only find out who their partner is right before they’re placed in the arena. Our muses are paired together.

Ellie —the female tribute from district 10— stands atop her pedestal, her breaths quick and shaken, ears ringing. She’d heard the other tribute’s name before rising in the small elevator, the one she was meant to win with. The stranger she was meant to trust so that they could both get out of there alive. It wasn’t only a matter of trusting them though, they had to trust that the game makers wouldn’t take back their promise like last year. There had been outrage at the outcome of the 74th game, not a single child returned to their family, and there was no new addition for the capitol to control and fawn over. Maybe they wouldn’t take it back and this was some screwed-up apology to make up for it.

The blonde glances around the arena as the countdown began, in search of her partner. She’s debating between trying to get to them or trying to get some supplies and run. There are some supplies in the middle, but she hopes there is more hidden within the crumbling, moss-covered walls of the faux ancient city surrounding them.

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LOVE & OTHER DRUGS (2010) dir. Edward Zwick

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Ellie nods in agreement, shuts her trunk, and walks up the steps into their new home. She's glad they'd managed to get everything inside without being stopped by any neighbors. She'd given a polite smile to the older lady next door a few minutes ago but there'd been no further interaction.

Her own box isn't labeled but she takes a quick peak at the contents and finds some mugs buried in bubble wrap. So, to the kitchen she goes, setting the box gently on an empty part of the counter. She looks over to Lucas and gives a shrug, "I don't really have one," She'd moved from her dad's place to a dorm room then into an apartment so moving was different each time, not really comparable to moving into a house with a living room almost as big as her previous abode.

Ellie's happy to be reminded that they don't have to share a room. She was still a bit neutral toward Lucas, a little unsure, plus despite their marriage, he was a stranger. She smiles a little, "As long as that's okay," she is not about to refuse the opportunity to get the master bedroom.

Lucas is grateful that he doesn't have as many belongings as most. It only tracks; over a decade of flitting from identity to identity means that he's accustomed to living without roots. The circumstances now, however... Well, what else can he say? They're different.

For one, he isn't working alone.

"Let's head inside, then," he says, carrying a box marked as 'Kitchen' in his arms. He waits for her to walk ahead, and makes one final scan at their surroundings, long enough to be reassured that they're safe, yet not lingering, showcasing any doubt. When they're finally past the front door, he secures it and lets out a long breath. Okay. They can do this. He can do this. After all, aren't two heads better than one? "How would you like to start? I'm not sure if you have a system."

He does. Usually. Secure his tools first, then all of the normal items second. But this isn't so comparable to the career he's walked away from, and there's nothing more to hide, other than himself. "We're allowed to sleep in separate rooms. You can have the master, if you wish."

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If Ellie's cheeks weren't already rosy, they sure would be after Avery presses the back of his hand to her face. She takes a couple quick steps back as he enters her room, lets the door fall shut as she turns to watch him check out the state of her room. She's generally a tidy person so it isn't too disorganized besides those papers he gathers from her schoolwork, though her beds a little disheveled from her tossing and turning.

"I had a granola bar," she answers honestly. "And some water," she adds with a nod to the almost-empty water bottle that sits on her nightstand, because even if she hadn't consumed much, she at least had that going for her. She'd lacked the energy to go to the cafeteria to get anything, so she'd settled for the snacks she kept in her nightstand.

She looks to her laptop when he questions her, "I was earlier, but I gave up," she explains. "Tried to get something done before I got worse," she shrugs. She'd gotten one assignment done before the pressure in her sinuses got to be too much. Luckily, this weekend wasn't assignment heavy for once.

Avery's face softens when he sees her. Her cheeks are tinted red, hair a mess, but god if she wasn't the prettiest woman he'd ever seen. Instinctively, his hand comes up to touch her cheek, both in need of closeness to her, but also to check her temperature. "You're burning up," he tells her without so much as a hello. "Come on," he ushers her back into room and follows. "Have you had anything to eat yet?"

He immediately begins tidying, even if it's not very good. He walks over and points to her laptop, "are you trying to study?" There's a disapproving look in his eyes as he grabs the laptop and closes it, then gently sets it on her nightstand. Next goes the papers scattered about, those get tucked neatly on top of her desk. "You need rest, Ellie, not schoolwork."

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The bit of irritation Ellie's been feeling simmers down at Abilene's response. She can't help the smile that slips onto her features as she lets out a light laugh. "Well, you better watch out then," she teases and clicks her teeth together in a feigned bite. Then she pauses, "Wait- rabies?" it's her turn to shove Abi's shoulder. "Whatever," she says the word a little slowly, a bit dramatically.

@sarcaasmic sent , “   Fuck being the bigger person; I’m going to start biting people. ”

❛ well don't bite me ! ❜ abilene playfully pushed ellie's shoulder before holding her hands up in surrender . her lips were parted in a wide smile and she poked ellie's arm . ❛ i don't want rabies . . . or cooties . ❜

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Small-town Hell Aesthetic Prompts

Inspired by the likes of night in the woods, life is strange, & general small town atmosphere + spookyness. Some prompts include supernatural elements.

TWs: death, paranoia, murder, kidnapping, religion

Quotes

"Run away with me"

"I'll meet you at the railway tracks"

"If we're going to go, we've gotta go tonight"

"It's too late, and it's just getting later"

"Why did I say no?"

"Let me be your ride out of town"

"The plant shut down"

"I love watching the tourists, they're like ants"

"I'm not trying to tie you down"

"I'm just saying there might be a life here"

"Long time no see, [muse]"

"This place is broke as shit"

"I just wanna die anywhere else"

"I'll go with you"

"You new in town?"

"You've really never been to the museum?"

"Stay with me"

"You don't need to run"

"They've got some 80s flick in the theater right now"

"How does it feel to be you?"

"I really think I peaked in highschool"

"My house isn't haunted, I swear"

"Why do you only call me when you're high?"

"I always thought I'd die alone"

"I can't open up to you"

"They took one of our own"

"There's nothing on the radio"

"It's too late to say you're sorry"

"This town is going to eat you"

"I stepped out to bail you out again"

"Why do I work so hard?"

"I need something to fuck me up"

"The only advantage a killer has, is they think they have the right"

"Where is the lord to take care of that?"

"It was nice while it lasted"

"But you're a killer, and I'm your best friend"

"What's it matter anymore if you believe the lies I tell"

"I think it's unfair, your situation"

"It's no big surprise you turned out this way"

"I wanna contribute to the chaos"

"Can I sleep in your bed?"

Actions

Swings: Sit on a swing set alone with receiver's muse late in the evening.

Concert: Our muses sneak into a concert together only to get caught by security.

Poster: Sender's muse has gone suddenly missing and receiver's is looking for them.

Drive: Our muses are together on a drive shooting the shit.

Crashers: Our muses crash a party they're not supposed to be at.

Rager: Sender's muse is throwing an epic party and has invited receiver's.

Wrong Side: Receiver's muse catches sender's somewhere they really aren't supposed to be.

Tipsy: Our muses are sharing a bottle of alcohol somewhere outside.

Dinner: Our muses are the last two customers at a dinner for the night.

Overnight: Our muses are stuck on the overnight staff at their job together and have to spend the night together.

Returned: Sender's muse has just arrived back in town after a long time away, being greeted by receiver's.

Doppelganger: A dead body that looks exactly like sender's has shown up, but sender isn't dead.

Recovered: Receiver's muse killed sender's but sender's shows up again the next day like nothing happened.

Haunted: Our muses explore one of the local haunted buildings/attractions.

Ouji: Our muses mess with a ouji board.

Payphone: Receiver's muse calls sender's on a payphone.

Camp: Our muses are at summer camp together as camp counselors.

Parole: Sender's muse just got out on parole and receiver's has been waiting for them.

Target: There's been a string of disappearances orchestrated by sender's muse, and receiver's is their next target.

Broken Down: Sender's muse's car has Broken down on the side of the road when receiver's finds them.

Hitchhiking: Sender's muse is hitchhiking and receiver's picks them up.

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Open Sarter open to -> anyone (mutuals and non-mutuals) fandom/au -> main verse plot -> inspired by this post

“I think this is the last one,” she announces toward the open front door as she pulls the suitcase from the trunk of her jeep. After unloading their two full cars, their belongings are out of their vehicles and inside the new house. She walks up the sidewalk toward the unfamiliar building she was meant to call home. A house she's expected to share with someone she must pretend to be married to.

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Ellie gives him a look, when he says it shouldn’t be hard. It's not like she's choosing to be anxious; she can't just turn it off. "Those are expensive," she comments, she thinks they are anyways, she'd never actually had a massage before. Before taking her next punch, she listens to his suggestion, uses her anger to fuel the strength and precision in her swing. It works and she gets a good hit at the punching bag. She can't help the little smile that crosses her lips as he praises her.

Ellie takes the water bottle and drinks, "Oh for sure," she pauses her chugging to reply to his teasing comment about being able to beat him. She was getting better, but she's well aware she's nowhere near his level yet.

She follows his gaze and makes her way over to the bench to sit. "Mhm, I mean I think so," she agrees. "I don't know about you being the best teacher though...," she feigns the questioning tone in her response, another smile forming on her lips. She's been enjoying their little training sessions.

“Well, it shouldn’t be hard,” notes Sterling, his head cocking to the side. But maybe it had been hard for him, too, in the beginning. He doesn’t remember anymore; it’s been ages since he started boxing and his memory is murky in general. “You should get a massage then. I know a great place. Just say the words and I’ll book you something nice.” Maybe they could go together, even, it’s been a while since he’s treated himself to a nice spa day. “If someone’s pissed you off recently, you can imagine their face on the punching bag.” A true and tried method, it’s usually a good way to get him focused and his movements more precise.

“That was better,” he compliments again. Water bottle swings from his fingers, threatens to slip and hit… something. It doesn’t, though, so he just offers it to Ellie with a smile. “Good job. You’ll be ready for the rink by tomorrow at this rate. Might even best me.” It’s time for the promised break, Sterling decides, and nods his head towards the benches. “So… what do you think so far? Do you like it? Am I the best teacher you’ve ever had?”

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//closed starter for @dvstbvnnies

Avery (Friday 11:42AM)

I’m coming over after class. You can’t stop me. Someone has to check in on u and it’s not gonna be ur roommate

Ellie recalls the text from a couple hours ago as she stirs in her bed at the sound of a couple knocks on her door. She hadn't been fully asleep, just kind of zoned out for the past half hour. She'd attempted to at least get some work done earlier but her laptop sits next to her now, abandoned.

She climbs down from her bed. Despite what she'd texted him earlier; she's going to open the door for him. She just hopes she looks better than she feels, she's in some pajama shorts, a tank top, with a large zip-up hoodie. Her temps been bouncing between too warm and too cold, so she settled for the awkward in-between of long sleeves with shorts, bundling herself up in her blankets when needed. She'd even thrown her hair up into a bun just to relieve her neck of some warmth.

"Hey," she greets her close friend with a smile as she opens the door to let him in. It also turns out her roommate, Zoe, is going to out most of the weekend so he wasn't totally wrong about her roommate not checking up on her.

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@bloodrodeo and I in our apocalypse thread, trent and ellie be going through it

been building a collection of posts from like minded individuals

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Ellie adjusts the back of her seat so she can sit up properly, she'd messed with the levers and buttons quite a bit earlier. Before leaving the station, she had to take a few seconds to adjust the seats and mirrors so she could drive.

"I might have some stuff we can use too," she wishes she could remember everything she'd thrown in her backpack.

She thinks maybe they should've grabbed more filling food but then again, it wasn't easy to find a ton of meals at a stop like that. Well at least it'll all taste good. "Mhm," She agrees, glancing at their haul, it reminds her of the pretzel she'd grabbed, its empty wrapper abandoned on the dashboard. She feels bad for just throwing her trash up there like that, felt rude to dirty up a car that wasn't hers. Though a wrapper was nothing compared to the blood they'd both probably left on the upholstery. She has to stop herself from thinking too much about the scene at the gas station... all that blood, the cashier's sobs.

She reminds herself that Trent is there, breathing, and they're not at the station anymore. They're in his truck. They're safe.

She looks towards the tree line, follows Trent's gaze as she adjusts her glasses back into place atop her nose. "That should work," she gets out of the driver's seat and opens the door to the backseat then leans in to look for anything useful. She glances at Trent, "Are you sure you want to try and walk all that way?" the short walk he'd been able to do from the station to the truck had surprised her but she still worried.

Nothing but calm surrounds them now and seeing Ellie still here, bruised and bleeding makes it real. As though maybe if he were alone, he could've tricked himself into believing that everything had been an action-studded dream and that he'd wake up back at the park, body absent of the battering. Trent can do that sometimes, get beat down and wake up like it never happened. But there's dried blood crusted in the bandage on her arm, which looks uncomfortable at best, cutting at the skin of where she's wrapped it. And it might have only been a graze but it'll take weeks to fully heal. From what, he thinks. Trent realizes he has no idea what's going on. "I've got —-" He's turns slightly to peer at the backseat, so stiff he thinks his joints might be rusted, "A couple of shirts, we can use those to clean you up, re-dress the wound." Either from his gym bag or rodeo duffel, but a change of clothes seems less important right now.

At his feet is a plastic bag, teeming with unopened snacks. A smile flits at his mouth. "We did pretty good on the snack front, though." He doesn't even remember half of the stuff he'd picked out, but he wasn't really thinking then. Leaned forward, he eyes the landscape, all field except a small winding line he can see in the horizon where the land seems to divot. "Think that might be a stream up there." And Trent could use the fresh air.

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Ellie takes a second to turn towards him better, careful not to put weight into her shoulder. Fortunately, she only really needs to push against her right side, her good arm. She wants to get a better look at him now that the adrenaline's washed away, not that she can get a good look right now since he too is facing her. She glances down at her own arm when he asks about it. She hadn't taken much time to look at once it was bandaged, managed to focus her mind on other things as they rushed out of that gas station.

The wraps were tainted bright red in some spots, darker in others. There are some streaks of lighter red down her arm, dried up now. It's still burning, especially now that she's focused on it, but it's nothing compared to the initial graze. She'd done the bandaging so quick; the pain was a mix of that burn and a too-tight knot. Then again, had she not thought to tie it so tight there might've been a lot more blood lost. "I think so" she replies when she's finished her observation.

She nods in agreement when he brings up cleaning their injuries, she takes a second to glance at her knees, the skin there's torn up, covered in dried crimson, badly in need of a cleanup. Based on the state of her own bandage she could guess how his looks. She couldn't, however, imagine how painful it was for him; how much pain he's probably in now. Her arm had been yelling at her the whole drive here, his back must be screaming at him. She thinks about how exactly they're going to clean themselves up, "I don't think we have that much water or antiseptic," she recalls practically dumping a whole bottle or two of the stuff while trying to clean their wounds initially, but she'd completely forgotten to grab more.

It takes several moments to get his bearings, shuffling in the passenger seat, each minuscule movement straining his muscles, all zipping back to the source of his wound. The pain is noticeable but not unbearable, and Ellie is distraction enough. Even if she weren't, there's a whole world he's experienced in the last however many hours that he doesn't recognize.

"Did your bleedin' stop?" He asks, careful not to tire her with too many questions, but the space between his brows is scored with concern, lips pressed together with a frown. His eyes flick to the field before them, and calm settles over him. The seemingly endless of expanse of field before them is nice. Trent was out cold but he can only imagine the traffic that she would have had to wade through.

He shakes his head, immediately rebuffing the suggestion. "I think I'm good." Knows he will be, as he always is. It got scary there for a minute though. It honestly felt like his first ever brush with death. He'll deal with that later. "We should clean both our wounds though. Might make us feel better. I mean, it'll sting like hell, but I mean, wipin' away all that blood." He's not worried about infection for himself, but sometimes doing the steps anyways is good for the head. And he is worried about infection for Ellie. Because he needs her. A feeling's that come swift and strong. So he's gonna take care of her so they can keep taking care of each other.

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rb to give your mutuals a silly little paper valentine card and a red heart shaped lollipop 💖

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Ellie had tried to sleep longer, even managed to get close to being comfortable in the little corner she'd claimed. When they'd all agreed to rest for the night, she managed maybe a few hours of shut eye. Eventually something woke her up and her mind wandered like it always did and she found herself listening to every little creak in the cabin they'd taken shelter in. She couldn't keep herself from looking out the window across the room either, waiting for something to walk across it. After someone brought up seeing a creature it was hard to not think about the possibility that there is something out there.

Eventually she gives up trying to sleep and decides to try and walk off some of her jitters. She's never been a great sleeper, so this wasn't exactly new. The reasoning behind her restlessness is though, this time she wasn't anxious about some event the next day or a class.

Her steps are careful while she walks to the front door as she tries to not wake anyone. When she reaches the entryway, she leans against the frame and looks out at the woods. At the sound of his exclaim, her head snaps to look at Samuel, their guard for the time being, "Sorry," she whispers back when he practically jumps out of his skin. "Not long," she replies truthfully, he'd noticed her only a few seconds after she'd stepped into that spot. "Couldn't sleep...," she adds since she feels the need to explain herself after scaring him like that.

╰   * OPEN TO ALL ( platonic, familial, and romantic connections welcome but romantic connections will be female only ). our muses were part of a group on a private jet that crashed in the wilderness y*llowjackets style & they've been out there a couple weeks / months now but things are starting to get spooky. DO NOT LIKE THIS STARTER .

sat still on the porch, blue eyes strain against the sea of darkness that spills out beyond the cabin, the flickering candle in hand doing little to aid him in his responsibilities. born with a silver spoon in his mouth and the favourite of his high society parents, some might say samuel has only ever been blessed with luck, but getting assigned guard duty the very same night one of their ilk claims to have spotted an unknown figure in the woods, he sure as shit doesn't feel very fortunate right now. as a chill runs down male's spine, head whips around, nearly jumping out of rickety chair when he spots someone positioned in front of the cabin door. “ fuck me ! ” he exhales, relieved that his vision has adjusted quick enough to recognise the other that has joined him. “ how long have you been stood there ? ”

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𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝: a little assortment of prompts revolving around painful, bottled up affection and endless yearning, as well as the possible result of finally taking action. remember to tag your dark themes. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. [ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep. [ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders. [ 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : receiver is hugging a coat / cape / etc. that belongs to the sender. [ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 ] : sender is helping the receiver through a panic attack / severe anxiety. [ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender takes a hold of receiver's both hands. [ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are spooning for comfort and warmth. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are finally about to kiss, but are interrupted. [ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss. [ 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ] : sender has just found the receiver who's been missing for weeks. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 ] : after being misinformed that the sender has died, receiver is grieving. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 ] : sender is expressing anger over receiver's constant recklessness. [ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] : sender is voicing their negative opinion about a person who appears to be close with the receiver. [ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ] : sender has just told receiver "you belong to me". [ 𝐰𝐡𝐲 ] : sender has just asked receiver "why don't you love me". [ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender has harmed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 ] : sender has killed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ] : sender has gotten injured protecting the receiver. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ] : sender is getting frustrated with their repressed affection and asks receiver to leave them alone. [ 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 ] : unable to handle their fondness towards receiver, the sender lashes out and they end up in a heated argument. [ 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 ] : sender is apologising for appearing cold. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 ] : sender is telling receiver they "deserve better than whatever this is".

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While chugging some of her water she uses the time to try and focus. She needs to make sure she has everything down pat. It isn't that she's slacking in class, she just needs to play catch up to at least get near the level of the other students. She wants to be ready to fight in case she finds herself in a dojo dispute. She knows Cobra Kai's dangerous, she's seen how it changed her ex.

She couldn't let herself get distracted like that again. So, she looks anywhere but Eli, takes her mind elsewhere and focuses on recentering herself. She instead thinks about why she's here: to learn to defend herself, to not feel so delicate. She knows she can take a hit, but she wants to be able to throw one, properly, how to stop one.

When he asks if she's okay she shakes her head dismissively, "Yep, yeah, I'm good," she reassures him, closing the lid of her bottle. She can't let herself be overwhelmed yet; they've only been working on forms and stances. Then again, maybe it's the overall picture that's overwhelming, everything that comes with being a part of Miyagi-Do dojo specifically, "I can handle it," she adds, finally sparing him a glance.

   they could use all the help they could get.   eli hated to admit that -- it tasted like defeat any time he said it out loud, but it was true. cobra kai was getting bigger and training under new senseis he didn't know a damn thing about. it made them unpredictable, and it made them dangerous. normally that would have been enough to steer new members away from joining their unofficial dojo while they trained in secret despite the fact that they were meant to have been closed for good. they needed numbers, though, & if anyone knew the good karate could do for someone it was him. and as the reigning all valley champion, he made himself available to help any of their new members outside of training hours if they needed it. he'd been working with ellie on her form and stances, wanting to master both before anything else, when she stepped away. ❛ sure - we'll take 5. ❜ he moved to take a seat beside her, grabbing his own water bottle and downing half of its contents. eli took a deep breath before head turned to the side. ❛ you doing okay with all of this ? you're not getting overwhelmed are you ? ❜

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@dvstbvnnies sent “you can step on my foot anytime.” - Avery

Ellie can't help but smile at the cheesy, but kind of sweet response Avery gives after her apology about their interaction earlier in the night. At the time they hadn't been dancing, she'd been only trying to slip her way through a rather dense crowd and practically ran into him.

Now they stand closer, her arms resting on his shoulders as they sway to the song playing out of a blue tooth speaker that's muffled slightly by a door. "Are you sure you want to say that?" she asks. "I could be a terrible dancer," she points out. She isn't truly a bad dancer, luckily, she has a natural sense of rhythm and coordination. It's making sure she lets him lead that's a little different, she doesn't often dance so close like this with other people. Not that she's complaining.