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With Hayley beginning to lean into her, Saranja wrapped her arms around her easily, at least around the dress to save her hands from being anymore burned than they were. The dread had lessened, like a weight off the shoulders, since they'd both sat down and started listening to the music - but that was secondary to the sprinting her mind was doing, wondering what to do next and how to continue talking. She found it hard at the best of times, much more now she was trying her best to comfort Hayley. 

Was that what she was doing? Comforting? That was a flimsy excuse. She was courting. Trying to court? She realized she hadn't spoke in a while. She squeezed the black dress softly as she mumbled. [color=a187be]"Do you want to dance again, Hayley? We could sit here, or...get punch?"[/color] She was nervous, and that much was audible in her voice. For how composed she was usually, the waivering in her voice was sort of unlike her.
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