Wouldn't you like to know? Might've been some cute boys. Or girls.
[ fucking around with finn: his greatest joy in this life. really all he has right now. normally this is his greatest joy in life but now that there's nothing else to do, his mood is very "well now i'm NOT doing it" penguin. if only they could have these same conversations..... but outside? ]
finn looks appropriately ass-pained for the whole two seconds it takes for poe to morph into that penguin, at which point he makes the leap to what we'll label "unexpected joy." to him, this sounds like free entertainment. that's how he's choosing to read it.
literally anything new and interesting, you say... finn loves that. right in there with the chance to challenge poe and his "yeah well maybe i am even good at it" stance. hence his no-thinking-time required: ]
Yes. Yes, I do want that. Let's see it.
[ he will become the cutest boy to give a poe dameron dancing opinion, clearly. ]
i was half asleep when i wrote that tag so thx for vibing
[ his one braincell is launching into overdrive. this isn't the time for sexy club dancing. why would he do that when he could just
come close to finn, and delicately put one hand at the back of his neck. his splinted arm is... a problem, but he does his best to awkwardly grasp at finn's side with his whole forearm. the future maneuverability is what matters.
man, they sure are close. breathing the same breaths close. focus, dameron. ]
It's better when there's music.
[ he does a very basic slow swaying step-touch motion. ]
[ what finn expected: something very dumb and probably funny.
what finn got: close proximity and a delicate hand at the back of his neck. that shit is breathtaking, bro. poe took the energy from finn's 1-3 working braincells for this. scientifically.
or he must have, because finn doesn't even try to argue about getting bossed around. can't read suddenly, doesn't know, brain machine broke. there's their usual level of very close and touchy, then there's quarantine level, then there's this at the top tier.
luckily he doesn't need a non-fried braincell to put his hands on poe's waist. or like the best approximation of that instinctual dancing arrangement that they can maneuver with poe's arm problems. many middle schoolers have probably had to puzzle out the same thing. ]
How much is my opinion gonna count if I've never done this before?
[ because he thinks this is fine without the music too. yes, finn is having a hopelessly gay moment. he usually tries to cut back and only experience hopelessness or gayness instead of both at once, but here he is anyway, like a fool, thinking about poe's eyelashes again. ]
[ the words come out as a muttering under his breath. talking too much might ruin the Moment unfolding right here in front of his eyes. his eyes meeting finn's eyes and how their mouths are close and he could just close that inch or two of space between them if he really wanted to.
but he holds off on that maneuver for now. instead, he does some more stepping and waiting for finn to follow his lead. he's no strictly ballroom, but he's okay enough to maybe fake fitting in at a fancy party. ]
I'm gonna turn you.
[ is all the warning he gives before going in (slowly) for a turn on his next step. maybe that second that they aren't completely pressed against each other will make his heart stop pounding so loudly in his ears. ]
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[ fucking around with finn: his greatest joy in this life. really all he has right now. normally this is his greatest joy in life but now that there's nothing else to do, his mood is very "well now i'm NOT doing it" penguin. if only they could have these same conversations..... but outside? ]
You want me to show you?
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finn looks appropriately ass-pained for the whole two seconds it takes for poe to morph into that penguin, at which point he makes the leap to what we'll label "unexpected joy." to him, this sounds like free entertainment. that's how he's choosing to read it.
literally anything new and interesting, you say... finn loves that. right in there with the chance to challenge poe and his "yeah well maybe i am even good at it" stance. hence his no-thinking-time required: ]
Yes. Yes, I do want that. Let's see it.
[ he will become the cutest boy to give a poe dameron dancing opinion, clearly. ]
i was half asleep when i wrote that tag so thx for vibing
[ his one braincell is launching into overdrive. this isn't the time for sexy club dancing. why would he do that when he could just
come close to finn, and delicately put one hand at the back of his neck. his splinted arm is... a problem, but he does his best to awkwardly grasp at finn's side with his whole forearm. the future maneuverability is what matters.
man, they sure are close. breathing the same breaths close. focus, dameron. ]
It's better when there's music.
[ he does a very basic slow swaying step-touch motion. ]
Follow me.
we are if nothing else almost constantly vibing
what finn got: close proximity and a delicate hand at the back of his neck. that shit is breathtaking, bro. poe took the energy from finn's 1-3 working braincells for this. scientifically.
or he must have, because finn doesn't even try to argue about getting bossed around. can't read suddenly, doesn't know, brain machine broke. there's their usual level of very close and touchy, then there's quarantine level, then there's this at the top tier.
luckily he doesn't need a non-fried braincell to put his hands on poe's waist. or like the best approximation of that instinctual dancing arrangement that they can maneuver with poe's arm problems. many middle schoolers have probably had to puzzle out the same thing. ]
How much is my opinion gonna count if I've never done this before?
[ because he thinks this is fine without the music too. yes, finn is having a hopelessly gay moment. he usually tries to cut back and only experience hopelessness or gayness instead of both at once, but here he is anyway, like a fool, thinking about poe's eyelashes again. ]
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[ the words come out as a muttering under his breath. talking too much might ruin the Moment unfolding right here in front of his eyes. his eyes meeting finn's eyes and how their mouths are close and he could just close that inch or two of space between them if he really wanted to.
but he holds off on that maneuver for now. instead, he does some more stepping and waiting for finn to follow his lead. he's no strictly ballroom, but he's okay enough to maybe fake fitting in at a fancy party. ]
I'm gonna turn you.
[ is all the warning he gives before going in (slowly) for a turn on his next step. maybe that second that they aren't completely pressed against each other will make his heart stop pounding so loudly in his ears. ]