[ Eri starts piling on the compliments. Awkward compliments, sure, but genuine ones, and honestly, Walter is pretty flattered. He isn't used to people saying good things about his looks. His cheeks get a little red and he has to look away, though that ghost of a smile from earlier has turned into a real one. It doesn't last long, but it's a thing.
The word 'dance' kind of jerks him back to reality. He looks back up, startled. A compliment or two is one thing, but now he wants to dance?
There are a few options here. The obvious one is to say no, because this is still Eri, and he has said terrible things about his friends.
But...
...no, he can't sacrifice his morals because someone said something nice to him. And he would be a wrecking ball on the dance floor anyway. Just. Gonna turn him down. Just -- ]
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[ Eri starts piling on the compliments. Awkward compliments, sure, but genuine ones, and honestly, Walter is pretty flattered. He isn't used to people saying good things about his looks. His cheeks get a little red and he has to look away, though that ghost of a smile from earlier has turned into a real one. It doesn't last long, but it's a thing.
The word 'dance' kind of jerks him back to reality. He looks back up, startled. A compliment or two is one thing, but now he wants to dance?
There are a few options here. The obvious one is to say no, because this is still Eri, and he has said terrible things about his friends.
But...
...no, he can't sacrifice his morals because someone said something nice to him. And he would be a wrecking ball on the dance floor anyway. Just. Gonna turn him down. Just -- ]
Nokay.
[ That did not come out right. ]