[With or without the aid of enchantments, the two of them are strangers but Diarmuid's laugh is no less bright for it when he finds Wei Wuxian's arm around his shoulders. Beneath the teal and bronze leaves that make up his own half-mask, his eyes are creased in a smile.
He steps away but only so that he can give him an elegant, courtly bow.]
Are those my only options? [As he straightens up, the Lancer brushes his cloak back over his shoulders and extends a hand towards him.] What if I were to ask you to dance instead, Sir Rabbit?
[Confident as he sounds, it's actually fairly new to him to be so outgoing at these kinds of events. For all his knightly manners, his past life hadn't really afforded him the luxury of putting them into practice without uncomfortable consequences.]
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He steps away but only so that he can give him an elegant, courtly bow.]
Are those my only options? [As he straightens up, the Lancer brushes his cloak back over his shoulders and extends a hand towards him.] What if I were to ask you to dance instead, Sir Rabbit?
[Confident as he sounds, it's actually fairly new to him to be so outgoing at these kinds of events. For all his knightly manners, his past life hadn't really afforded him the luxury of putting them into practice without uncomfortable consequences.]