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sexuallyconfuses) wrote2016-07-13 01:22 pm
sexuallyconfuses) wrote2016-07-13 01:22 pm
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The dance goes by about the same as expected. It's the way those things always go: they get invited to some fancy event or another, Michiru plays violin, sometimes accompanied by Haruka's piano; they go mingle with the crowd, and are instantly circled by a flock of guests telling them how wonderful they were, asking for a dance. Haruka is never one to turn down such an earnest request from a lady, but then one request becomes three, and when three threatens to become thirty she ducks out and goes to look for Michiru.
The key difference being that she's usually much easier to find. The dark cloud of suited men surrounding her is a dead giveaway. But when Haruka scans the dancefloor and comes upon no such sight, she feels a slight pressure building up in the pit of her stomach. Nothing like concern or jealousy, mind, but if Michiru left with one of them--
No. Absolutely not. Jaw clenched, she pushes her way through the crowd to the double doors leading outside. Michiru must've just needed some air. That's a far more logical conclusion. She has to be there, right?
The key difference being that she's usually much easier to find. The dark cloud of suited men surrounding her is a dead giveaway. But when Haruka scans the dancefloor and comes upon no such sight, she feels a slight pressure building up in the pit of her stomach. Nothing like concern or jealousy, mind, but if Michiru left with one of them--
No. Absolutely not. Jaw clenched, she pushes her way through the crowd to the double doors leading outside. Michiru must've just needed some air. That's a far more logical conclusion. She has to be there, right?