[The weight is shifting. He furrows his eyebrows at it, grip a little insistent to hold on, wait a moment as he tries to understand what she's wanting. A dip in a dance.]
...Not especially. There's someone I know who doesn't remember anything, either.
[Part of him is worried she'll insist on the dip as much as she can in her own Malkuth way if he doesn't give it to her. How annoying. Another part is worried since he hasn't done it before.]
[He squints, trying to remember how it goes.]
[And so, with as much gentle strength as possible, he twists her downwards, shifting her weight as he tilts her body back. It's not some grand graceful movement, but its close. He's leaning over, bangs shadowing over his face like a curtain.]
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[The weight is shifting. He furrows his eyebrows at it, grip a little insistent to hold on, wait a moment as he tries to understand what she's wanting. A dip in a dance.]
...Not especially. There's someone I know who doesn't remember anything, either.
[Part of him is worried she'll insist on the dip as much as she can in her own Malkuth way if he doesn't give it to her. How annoying. Another part is worried since he hasn't done it before.]
[He squints, trying to remember how it goes.]
[And so, with as much gentle strength as possible, he twists her downwards, shifting her weight as he tilts her body back. It's not some grand graceful movement, but its close. He's leaning over, bangs shadowing over his face like a curtain.]
Hm. How is it?