[When Reynir says that it isn't that kind of a dance, with no fancy steps, Onni rolls his eyes a little bit but a corner of his mouth lifts a little into a slightly crooked smile. All he has to do is have fun and move, hm?]
When you put it that way, I still don't know the steps.
[There's an obvious lilt of joking to it, at least, however true the sentiment might be. But it's also obvious that Reynir really isn't going to let it go, so he takes a moment to resign himself to the fact he's going to have to do it. Glancing around, he tries to see if there's another cup of mead available to down quickly so he can be a little less sober than he is when he tries it, but Reynir is already taking his hand and tugging him toward the other dancers.
Sighing good-naturedly, he goes along with Reynir and hesitates awkwardly for a few moments before Reynir is grabbing both hands and spinning them. It's surprising, and Onni lets out a little squawk of shock at it, but he doesn't resist the tugging either. Instead, he takes a deep breath and he goes along with it, spinning along with Reynir, watching him as he laughs loud and bright in the cool evening air, looking bright and joyful and wild.
Onni has no idea how anyone can be that way. It doesn't make sense, he can't imagine himself ever being that way. But somehow, it suits Reynir, with his wild hair and the horns curling out of it and his green eyes. Onni allows himself to be spun until he's feeling a little dizzy, and then he gives Reynir's hand a tug, lets go of the other, and lifts his hand to twirl him. It's awkward, not well-coordinated, and it's obvious that Onni doesn't actually know what he's doing, but he's making an effort, at least.]
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When you put it that way, I still don't know the steps.
[There's an obvious lilt of joking to it, at least, however true the sentiment might be. But it's also obvious that Reynir really isn't going to let it go, so he takes a moment to resign himself to the fact he's going to have to do it. Glancing around, he tries to see if there's another cup of mead available to down quickly so he can be a little less sober than he is when he tries it, but Reynir is already taking his hand and tugging him toward the other dancers.
Sighing good-naturedly, he goes along with Reynir and hesitates awkwardly for a few moments before Reynir is grabbing both hands and spinning them. It's surprising, and Onni lets out a little squawk of shock at it, but he doesn't resist the tugging either. Instead, he takes a deep breath and he goes along with it, spinning along with Reynir, watching him as he laughs loud and bright in the cool evening air, looking bright and joyful and wild.
Onni has no idea how anyone can be that way. It doesn't make sense, he can't imagine himself ever being that way. But somehow, it suits Reynir, with his wild hair and the horns curling out of it and his green eyes. Onni allows himself to be spun until he's feeling a little dizzy, and then he gives Reynir's hand a tug, lets go of the other, and lifts his hand to twirl him. It's awkward, not well-coordinated, and it's obvious that Onni doesn't actually know what he's doing, but he's making an effort, at least.]