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Nate kept quiet through Bastiens greeting and explanation, smiling playing on his lips the whole time. Despite the fact that he’d thought this was a joke to start, he was very excited about it, always eager for a chance to show off. Amun makes the first move when they’re I voted to show off what they can do, and Nate is content to lean back and take in the show for now. Though something about his fellow ascended looks... slightly different. Brighter, more alive, prettier for it. And then he starts to move. Well. How the fuck was he supposed to follow Amun? How were any of them meant to? The man moved like sex incarnate, like it came to him more naturally than breathing, and for all Nate could tell, it might well have. Honestly, if he could still be affected by simple temptations of the flesh, he would be here.
Still he had to do something, and Bastien had made it seem like they would all be dancing together anyway. Nate stepped up into the stage, his own dancing as unconventional as the other mans, but not magically enhanced, and a touch awkward for it. He rolled his hips and ran a hand down his body, moving in time with the music as much as he could, though it seemed like he always focused on something at the expense of something else. When his feet were moving, his arms were too still, when he moved his arms he lost the rhythm with his hips. It was better than nothing though, and would only get better with a little instruction.
Nate
? aut viam inveniam aut faciam ?
