He reaches up and removes the portion of the mask obscuring his mouth.
“Simple ballroom dancing is fairly easy to pick up. Here, follow my lead.”
N carefully takes Hilbert’s hand in his, and places his free hand on his upper back. While he’s a person who holds personal space in high value, you never needed to be that close to him to notice the earthy, flowery smells that seemed to follow him around– but today, he smells of vanilla, fitting his theme of white and yellow.
“Rest your hand on my shoulder.”
he’s nervous -- ANXIETY rushing through his body as he realized he had no idea where exactly he was going with this. luckily, N was leading. and... also towering over him. had he gotten taller? hilbert’s cheeks are bright red, thankfully hidden by the mask. N meant so much to him, and the familiar scent filled his nose, immediately comforting him.
he follows the instructions, his hand going to grip his shoulder gently. and then they’re swaying to the music, slowly. hilbert was worried he would step on his cape.
❛ i didn’t know you could dance, N. ❜ he’s impressed. very impressed.