Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-36855838-20190819050250/@comment-38302814-20190822211503

I look at the Minotaur..

She looks back at me in embarassment of seeing her dancing....

...

"Humans?"

"AWWWWW MAAAAAAAAANN"

(No but seriously)

The funky beats rhythm was too strong for me too ignore. My feet tapped to the base beat as I hummed and shuffled around, glad that no one seemed to be hear to witness such terrible finesses that only your family could possibly catch you showing. Then I hear someone else. Another one has fallen slave to the beat of public domain music you would hear at a school dance. I casually shuffled over, curious to who else has come here. I start to see an outline of a tall figure, then see defined muscle on his....no wait her body. Oh this just got good.

"Sick beat amirite?" I say to the female figure, wondering how it will turn out if I started my conversation with a lame comment on this song. She turned around, her eyes going wide as she saw me. It seemed she didn't know I had wandered down here until now. "W-why are you looking at this?" She said as she picked up her axe as an act to shoo me away. I unshealthed my sword in a defensive responce. We both shuffled on the floor, staring at each other, our sensed slightly raised as if one of us was just going to randomly lunge at another.

Finally, it came a time when this waiting on edge turned to awkwardness, neither of us willing to go first, but feeling very very self concious about how weird this must look from somewhere else. "So are you going to swing?" I asked, the Minotaur shaking her head. "Are you?" She asked back, me too shaking my head. "Do...you want to dance then?" She then said, holding out her hand for me to clasp onto. Either she felt comfortable now, or she just didn't like the awkwardness we both had created. Nevertheless I took it, and we danced on that dungeon floor all night until we felt tired and shuffled our way out the dungeon. We picked a tree and slept under it's moonlight shade together.

Morning rose and I opened my eyes. The minotaur had long since left, but a note layed on my sword. I read it. We should dance some other time, It said, ending in a small doodle of my heart in red.

Nice.