[ midnight rests his head against his once more. he kisses him with the gentle warmth of a spring rain. kaveh thinks - what's gotten into you? pressed against midnight amidst the dizzying sway of the dance floor, kaveh looks in minutiae at the contours of midnight's face, at the set of his lips, and the curve of his brow. he isn't certain what he is searching for, nor if there is anything there be found, but he persists.

the way kaveh breathes out is the way of a sigh, low and slow. ]

Hopeless man. [ kaveh gives midnight's hand a squeeze. ] Well, I suppose I've no choice but to dance. In truth, just the fact that I can move on my own already makes this a far better experience than the last.

Come. Follow.[ with a deft tug, kaveh upends their current rhythm of steps, bringing him to the leading position. ] You'll have to dance well, if you mean to make this objectively objectionless.

[ the kiss that kaveh presses to the corner of midnight's lips is warm, and fond. ] Keep up.