[h3][center]Niel Grace[/center][/h3]
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Niel was both pleased and surprised, the girl returned his exaggerated gesture with one of her one. Niel began the dance, competently leading her footsteps with well placed movements of his own. However it quickly became clear the girl had some previous experience with this sort of things, because after a few she seemed to be able to grasp what was coming before it came. Whatever it was it made the dance much easier, he only had to remind her off the next step every so often with gentle nudges. After only a few moments they came to a perfect halt in sync with the music. After a moment of silence the crowd burst into applause and presents showered into his hat. 

A few seconds latter the crowd had mostly dispersed, people suddenly remembering duties and responsibilities. [b]"Well that was quite fun, and impressive on your part."[/b] That had been the last song in the playlist he'd created and Niel released his dance partner, throwing the music box into his bag, sweeping the goodies in his hat into one of his many pockets, and flashing her another cheery grin. [b]"I'm Niel, street performer extraordinaire. I'm new in town and generally I just wander around, but I'm looking to stay here for while. I was wondering if you could be my first friend?"[/b], the question seemed to be equally aimed at her and himself. 

Perhaps a bit forward of him. Eh, that was how he'd started things and it seemed to have worked so far. Did normal people make friends like this? Was he being rude or creepy? Too much to think about. Niel was already devoting enough brain power to remembering her appearance. Eyes a sort of red-brown. Glasses. Long black hair. Freckles. The tiny details ran constantly through the back of his mind, ingraining themselves into his memory. He [i]would[/i] stop forgetting things. Starting with this girl.