Perhaps I don't need you to spend the night, after all.
[ Or at least, no sight seems to work better than blurred vision. Before he realizes, the song's come to an end and he's gracefully avoided bumping into any other furniture. It was a longer dance than he'd intended. Pulling away, he reopens his eyes to a red blur that's still quite close to him. ]
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[ Or at least, no sight seems to work better than blurred vision. Before he realizes, the song's come to an end and he's gracefully avoided bumping into any other furniture. It was a longer dance than he'd intended. Pulling away, he reopens his eyes to a red blur that's still quite close to him. ]
Now, go. You're nearly late.