[ Tatara just glances over his shoulder at Solomon, vague smile on his face. Despite the softness on his features, it's hard to tell if the look comes with forgiveness, or no.
Regardless, he says nothing, and faces back to the dance floor. Solomon is pulled along to an open spot, where Tatara whirls around and suddenly looks like he has no idea what to do with his hands. ]
I've never done anything like this before. [ He's danced on his own, he's made up moves with one or two unwilling friends, but never at anything so formal as a ball. ] Do you know what to do?
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Regardless, he says nothing, and faces back to the dance floor. Solomon is pulled along to an open spot, where Tatara whirls around and suddenly looks like he has no idea what to do with his hands. ]
I've never done anything like this before. [ He's danced on his own, he's made up moves with one or two unwilling friends, but never at anything so formal as a ball. ] Do you know what to do?