#no wait Senritsu is around 27 on this bloq. Shes younger than Dix. which she probably figured out. WHICH MAKES IT A LOT OF FUNNIER.

[hunting-songs]

dance,sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

Actions Speak Louder Than Words ! At some point in the evening someone had put a radio on the tables placed before the bars and had turned up the volume so the whole street was drenched in the songs blarring out of the radio like washed over by a wave of melodies. Into by the electronically buzzing disorted melodies from the radio mixed the laughter of the people and soon enough the tact of feet tapping in the rhythmn of the songs on the street when a few people started to dance. An orchestra was a group of instrumentalists, especially one combining string, woodwind, brass, and percussion sections, that palyed classical music; and for Senritsu this moment with the loud radiomusic, the people laughing that was the string-music, their heartbeats that were the brass-music and the noise of their clothes wosshing around them as they danced over the steet that was as lovely as woodwind music; was a orchestra sweeter than anything she had heard sitting in a theatre. Accordingly, lost in this orechestra only she could hear, Senritsu needed a second longer than usual to hear Dix approaching her and when she finally did, the woman looked at his offered hand with her head tilted to the side like an confused bird. "Mhmmm, what is that? Are you having pity on the horrible old and horrible boring person that is me? That is so sweet of you." Senritsus voice was nothing but a sweet singsang that perfectly mixed in the orchestra of noises around her. She did took the others hand eventually, but only to pull herself on her feet where she continue to hold his hand in hers lightly, carefully, as if he was made of fragile crystalglass. The lights of the bars along the street drenched the air in colourful lights. "But I am pretty sure there are other people who would love to dance with you here. Someone younger without a creaking spine. Someone less boring. Or at least someone on your eyelevel- " She stood before him and lead a short finger that used to look very different in a straight line from her forehead to the others arm, to emphasis her point that she was barely reaching his chest: "-quite literally, I mean. Wouldn´t want to risk you straining your ankle when stumbling over me. That would be something my poor heart would not be able to handle. " With a too theatralically suffering sigh to be serious, Senritsu palced a small hand on her chest as if the mere thougt of Dix stumbling over her made her heart hurt. She held up the show for a few seconds and then looked up to him laughing in all good humor before she winked up to the man, even if that wink was more waggishly humorous than anything else.