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SecUnit pulled at its cuffed sleeves uncomfortably, then played with the golden cuffs latching its sleeves closed. If things went sour here it'd have to waste precious seconds ripping them and the tailored suit's sleeves off before shooting, as they couldn't be rolled up like its jacket. Hopefully this wouldn't be a problem, and everything would go exactly as planned.
Gurathin had to work to not stare, something the other humans at this party weren't bothering to not do. Some were oogling openly. Dressed in a dark tailored suit and expensive dress shoes, SecUnit looked--well, gorgeous. It always looked gorgeous to Gurathin, who admittedly would never move on those impulses, but the lean form usually hidden under a baggy jacket and cargo pants was now well displayed, and the face attached certainly didn't hurt either, despite the scowl. Unfortunately humans of all genders were noticing this, and Gurathin stepped between SecUnit and their gaze as SecUnit fumed. It wasn't happy.
Remember the mission, Gurathin said over the feed. We won't be here long.
I fucking remember, SecUnit growled, but relief bled into the feed as the most obvious staring stopped. It began to scan the room, looking for their mark.
"Hello, handsome," a woman in a clinging red dress purred. It emphasized every curve with a daringly plunging neckline, with tasteful jewelry around her neck and ears. She looked vaguely familiar, until Gurathin realized she was from Sanctuary Moon. SecUnit recognized her, but looked far from starstruck as she sauntered up. Instead it stared like a fauna in headlights. She reached forward and put her hand on SecUnit's waist. It flinched.
"Care for a dance?" she smirked. Before he could pause to think Gurathin darted forward and stepped between the two.
"It's taken," he growled, and nearly shoved her away. I'm going to touch you, he warned, and placed his own hand around SecUnit. She glared, but Gurathin ignored her.
"Fine," the woman spat, her gorgeous features marred by a snarl, and left with a flounce. The others stared again, clearly curious about the scene. They'd gathered attention. Gurathin thought quickly.
I'm going to put my hand on your shoulder, he said, and pulled SecUnit close, placing its hand on his waist. We've got to get them to stop staring.
Touching each other will stop the staring?! SecUnit sent, panic bleeding everywhere.
Yes, trust me, Gurathin said. We have to dance. He gently led as SecUnit tried to keep up. It was an awkward dancer, but it kept up well enough, probably from watching serials. The staring slowly dissipated as the two spun.
I think the coast is clear, Gurathin said after a few songs. He began to let go, but SecUnit held on. This is useful, it said. I'm picking up data. No one is paying attention to us. It hesitated. Then: this isn't that bad. It's like episode 231 in Sanctuary Moon.
I'm glad, Gurathin said, and he meant it. Then....shall we dance?