SONG/MASON | 10:30PM
It would be fairly clear to Mason at this point that Song wasn’t angry with him for not asking her but she couldn’t help but be a little pleased that he’d actually come to find her. Whether you were seeking a serious relationship or not, it was always a boost to the ego to find that you were sought after. If that boy [or girl] happened to be highly attractive to you and had a known naughty streak..well, all the better.
“Well then, it’s done its job it you’re both scared and intrigued.” The phoenix batted long, dark eyelashes at the half-demon, “I do try my best to be edgy and mysterious, you know.” As Mason mused about a fast dance perhaps being better and referencing the Powerpuff games, Song truly did laugh aloud. A bright, hearty laugh. “Yes I did, which is why I would prefer the slow dance myself actually.” Oh, all of the performances at the games had been highly amusing and more than one video of the ‘causalities’ had been posted online for the amusement of the world.
Though the thought of standing atop of Mason’s feet to dance with him might seem childish to some, it gave Song a few opportunities…First, it would save her toes if he did indeed not dance well. Second, it shorted their height differences, making it more comfortable for them both. Third, that closed distance lent itself to intimacy. A perfect goal, no? Gently stepping atop of his feet, Song allowed her free hand to snake up around Mason’s neck, lightly brushing her fingernails across the exposed skin. “Mmm, definitely perfect,” she whispered, her murky hazel eyes watching her dance partner.