[center][U][B]Timore Scarborough[/B][/U]
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Having been forced to take dancing lessons by his adopted parents, who were both hopeless romantics, Timore checked his feet when Hazumi swept him up into her tempo. He'd been watching the proceedings rather quietly, a slight smile on his face as he enjoyed the music.

Unfortunately his instrument wasn't in the mood to play, it was too distracted by all the delicious [I]smells[/I] around it and he knew if he'd played it he may have gotten lost. Smiling a bit as he danced with her, the boy enjoyed the flow of her movement. He had to admit that she was rather beautiful, her light skin, and golden eyes. In fact, he had to say that she was stunning and so he found it difficult to hold her gaze as they danced.

In fact, part of him couldn't believe he was having the chance to dance with such a beautiful woman, even if she was many many years his senior. He could feel his heart beating quickly in his chest, even though when he spoke his words came out clear...confident. [B]“Haha, thank you Hazumi, and I appreciate the dance as well. I...um, feel rather privileged actually,”[/B] he smiled at her, a slight flush going across his cheeks, which quickly faded.

As they whirled about the dance floor, the former angel keeping him on his toes, he became increasingly aware of the creeping presence of Metentis. [I][B]'Tim...Timmy...Tim...Timmy,'[/B][/I] he heard the being begin whispering in his mind. The instrument's voice was barely loud enough to be [I]audible[/I]. If it was any quieter it would be beyond Timore's awareness. [I]What Meten?[/I] Timore questioned the thing. [I][B]'Tim...let me play, play me. Please. Feeeeeed meeeee,[/B][/I] Timore nearly twitched and briefly stumbled, his feet faltering a moment as he felt the instrument's hunger briefly wash over him before it was gone again. [I][B]'Tim...Timmy...Tim...Timmy,'[/B][/I] Metentis continued to whisper, never raising its volume.

Nonetheless Timore did the best he could to entertain himself. He'd have to feed his compatriot eventually, but right now he was somewhere far too public...right?