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“Garazeb. What are we doing here…? Being in here after hours is against regulations. We should both be in our quarters by now. We’ll be caught..” Kallus spoke, being the voice of reason after he was dragged off with little to no explanation. His only clue was Zeb fiddling with some sort of device. He folded his arms and let out a relenting breath as he waited. Kallus looked casually around the room, quite bored but keeping on that disapproving expression. It wasn’t until he heard audio that he whipped back to stare at the lasat incredulously. “What….is that..?” He inquired, arching a brow.
“It’s a song. Would’ve thought an experienced man like yourself would recognize music when he heard it…” Zeb explained, with more sass than the ex-imperial appreciated, even if he did detect the playful tone.
“I’m well aware of what music is….Zeb. Why are you playing it…? If that’s a more adequate question…” Kallus returned. The other’s response was in the form of an outstretched arm and an inviting hand. Kallus felt inclined to reach out his own and even started to before coming to his senses. He felt ridiculous. “No, no, no…What are you doing…? We can’t just—”
“Don’t tell me you can’t dance…” Zeb interrupted with a sly smile, his hand unwavering. Kallus feared he might have seen the scarlet upon his cheeks in the lower lighting. Zeb was surely setting the mood, or perhaps it was just the way he naturally felt drawn to him. He bit his lower lip and let the taller have his hand anyway.
“Of course I can! But that doesn’t mean–Whoa..!” The second their skin made contact, Zeb had yanked him in closer. The proximity made his face tint that much more red. It may also be the way he was looking at him as he tried to take the lead. “You…lasat certainly are light on your feet..” He swallowed and found his eyes. Green and hypnotic. He wanted to get lost in them. One dance couldn’t hurt…