[ If Tim couldn't hear him, Majima would have to communicate in more direct fashion. He smiled at the bullman over his shoulder, then tugged him by the hand toward the main floor. Once they were at the edge, a brightly lit mass of rectangular sections lit from underneath, he pointed at it, mouthing something about watching.
Or color swatches? Kinda hard to lipread in this lighting.
Well, Tim had wanted to see his boyfriend dance, right? So Majima was off, sliding onto the dance floor on his knees and pointing up at the lights like it was some Saturday Night Fever shit. And... yep, he was doing it, he was totally fucking going for it, windmilling his arms and clapping, easy swaying from the hips while he beckoned for Tim to join him. ]
Did I ever tell ya about the time I won that dance-off?
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Date: 2020-01-11 06:02 am (UTC)Or color swatches? Kinda hard to lipread in this lighting.
Well, Tim had wanted to see his boyfriend dance, right? So Majima was off, sliding onto the dance floor on his knees and pointing up at the lights like it was some Saturday Night Fever shit. And... yep, he was doing it, he was totally fucking going for it, windmilling his arms and clapping, easy swaying from the hips while he beckoned for Tim to join him. ]
Did I ever tell ya about the time I won that dance-off?