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[abrightboy]

Malcolm turns on the player with one hand, barely glancing at it. They’re getting… whatever was going to play next. He grins up at Will. “It’s your fault, actually. I’ve never been this happy before. The outcome is unpredictable,” he teases. “Spontaneous cases of dancing could break out. Who knows what else it could lead to.” He slips that arm up around Will’s neck. “I’m open to exploring it.”

[empathicfault]

Will chuckles as something jazzy, from the beginning of the 20th century (or someone's 20th century), starts to play. Not quite a waltz or a ballroom dance, so they'll have to wing it.

"Are you?" Will grins back. "I do love exploring with you."

Will takes the lead on the dancing this time, just sort of feeling out the music. But it also means that he has less idea of what he's doing. They still seem to move in-sync with each other, even when it means they almost run into the couch. Will laughs and skirts them away from it. "We always forget to move things when this breaks out."

[abrightboy]

"That just means, on our ship, we need a dedicated room for dancing. No furniture, just a killer stereo system," he jokes. "And maybe a disco ball," he teases for good measure.