[No. Of course she wouldn't. Though if she had, he would have accepted her decision with more grace than any man currently in existence.
Shinjiro still doesn't know a damn thing about dancing, but he knows more than he had. He had observed enough between now and the first to come away with a general idea of what he was supposed to do, which is move in circles and try to look halfway elegant about it. He hopes he can at least do the first part, at least. But watching and doing are two different things.
Maybe he could've asked someone to teach him. But who the hell could he have asked?
The only person Shinjiro can see himself bothering about it is Mitsuru, though he can easily imagine how that text-based conversation would have gone.
Hey. You know how to do all that fancy high-class shit, right?
Of course.
You know what? Forget it.
And then, a half hour later:
You know how to dance?
Which would have inevitably led to a question of why, knowing his shitty luck.
Because I told a girl I'd think about it.
And then the conversation would have plunged straight to hell from there. He's mostly glad he avoided it.
The song on the radio fades, and a new one takes its place.
At her invitation, Shinjiro arches a single eyebrow, hesitating, before finally taking her hand in his. That was supposed to be the guy's line, wasn't it? Guess he can plagiarize just as easily as she can.]
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Shinjiro still doesn't know a damn thing about dancing, but he knows more than he had. He had observed enough between now and the first to come away with a general idea of what he was supposed to do, which is move in circles and try to look halfway elegant about it. He hopes he can at least do the first part, at least. But watching and doing are two different things.
Maybe he could've asked someone to teach him. But who the hell could he have asked?
The only person Shinjiro can see himself bothering about it is Mitsuru, though he can easily imagine how that text-based conversation would have gone.
Of course.
You know what? Forget it.
And then, a half hour later:
You know how to dance?
Which would have inevitably led to a question of why, knowing his shitty luck.
Because I told a girl I'd think about it.
And then the conversation would have plunged straight to hell from there. He's mostly glad he avoided it.
The song on the radio fades, and a new one takes its place.
At her invitation, Shinjiro arches a single eyebrow, hesitating, before finally taking her hand in his. That was supposed to be the guy's line, wasn't it? Guess he can plagiarize just as easily as she can.]
Better show me then.