|Rob Duncan (longrob) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2014-11-26 22:20:00
|Entry tags:||!closed, !plot, ~rob duncan|
Who? Rob & Uhura
Where? Trinidad, a club?
When? Tonight's the night!
Rob hadn't been lying when he'd said he would have no idea what he was doing, but he'd seen quite a bit of the dancing at the carnival, and it did all seem like such good fun. He was no stranger to a dance, and he had rhythm, so he wasn't an absolutely lost cause. Only his traditional Scottish dancing was nothing like this... the whole of Trinidad just made him walk about with wide eyes, gaping and gasping at everything that happened. He was afraid that he was just revealing how much of a country bumpkin he really was, but then it wasn't as if Uhura didn't know how sheltered a life he'd really led in many respects. And she seemed to think it was cute, so that was a definite bonus.
He was so used to working from the crack of dawn until sunset, and sometimes beyond that if the situation called for it, so really this was the first holiday he had taken since... since ever, in fact. He'd had tasks on the land since he was old enough to walk, and it was strange, learning to relax, learning to rest and do things just...because it was enjoyable. And to not feel shame about that, to not feel guilty. But he was learning, and it seemed so much easier when he had Uhura with him, smiling at him, moving with him.