She had been break dancing, pop and locking, liquid dancing with Namur throughout the night. She had joked and laughed with Thatch, because if there were anyone that was a bro, he was the guy. Even wit Kori, there had been awkward but amused staggering with the way the two of them had attempted ball room dancing.

With Sigyn, as always, the feeling was vastly different. Maybe it was the way the girl carried herself, wit a grace she honestly thought she'd never seen any girl she knew come close to, or the way her smile somehow lit up the room. By herself Fionna wondered what she WAS: human, but not, somehow. Someone wise and beautiful and fierce at the same time.

The dance was CLOSE, and Fionna couldn't even attempt to hide the blush here. This wasn't ballroom dancing, this was what the kids were doing earlier, what they seemed to enjoy. She had questioned it earlier with Namur with jest, but now? She could see why they liked it, if it was with the right person.

"What do I do?" She asked, trying her best not to choke up or trip.