7th ☆ [Bowl-O-Rama with mylife4food]

[adropofjupiter]

[Now this was an odd place to suddenly find oneself in. Alone.

Oh wait... there was some guy slumped in a chair next to her. She'd never seen him before and leaned close to get a look at him. Okay, so he was cute, but cute wasn't important right then. What was important was figuring out where the hell she was and then figuring out how she got there.

So she left the sleeping guy there and wandered deeper into the belly of the... Bowl-O-Rama? At least that's what the sign over the wood floor area said. Huh. The witch goes exploring and finds the doors are locked.

Huh. Might as well see if there's anything to steal aside from a bunch of ugly shoes, heavy balls and pencils.]

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[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey... that's pretty neat. Marisa boosts herself up to sit on the pinball machine to watch; it wasn't as if she was in any danger of damaging the machine. Legs crossed, her foot bounces as she watches.

...huh. Something seemed a bit off with it, but whatever. She certainly liked it. So she clapped and grinned when he was done.]

Very nice, ze.

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

[His face turns red and not from exertion. He's just not used to compliments.]

Th-Thank you. I have been doing that type of thing my entire life.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

...you're a life-time dancer? [WEIRD]

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

Sword fighter...

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

But you were dancing. [She hops off the game and stalks close to glare up at him.] Or were you lying and just telling me you could dance?

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

[Baaacking up]

I-I can dance! I simply need a partner. Without one, I had to improvise, My Lady!

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

...

[Marisa holds her hand out.]

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

...I do not even know your name.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

You need to earn it, ze.

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

[He hesitantly takes her hand.]

Then I shall.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Her grip is firm as she waits for him to lead. Odds are Marisa can follow fairly well.]

Good. Ready when you are.

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

[He starts again, this time pulling Marisa in circles. It's a tribal dance but a dance nonetheless.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Like she knows any better. A dance is a dance. So she'll dance along.]

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

[Hey, he's proud of it. But he'll keep going until Marisa wants to stop since there is no music, after all.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Eventually, she'll get a bit winded as she's still not completely one hundred percent post-curse yet. She finally stops them, laughing happily, with a hand on his chest, leaning against him.]

That was fun~

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

[How embarrassing. He's not currently trying not to die of a heart attack.]

Y-You're welcome. I am simply glad to be of service, My Lady.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Oh-ho~]

You look like you're about to spontaneously combust, ze. You know people can't actually do that...

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

I- um...ah...

[NOPE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Trying to test it?

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

Test...?

[He has a bad feeling about this.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Spontaneous combustion. [She taps his chest once.] Getting kinda red, ze.

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

I do not know what spon-tan-i-us com-b-bustion is.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Randomly getting lit on fire without any external source of flame.

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

I am not a mage so I know nothing of the sort.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Ah, but I am. [She grins, leans closer a moment before stepping away to head toward the refreshment area.]

So... you know what a Bowl-O-Rama is?