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[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[Heero is once again at the bar, but this time he's not trying to drink himself into oblivion. That hadn't worked out as well has he had hoped, leaving with a rather nasty hangover. While there is a bottle of opened vodka on the counter, he's not drinking it.

Instead he's using it to disinfect a shrapnel wound to his upper arm. The left one again, right under a nearly healed gun shot wound. It seemed as though every time he stepped foot onto Duo's reality he somehow managed to take a hit to the arm. One of these days he was going to come back to the plane missing an arm. The thought had him slightly amused. How would he explain that one back home?

Dabbing the wound with a cotton ball gently, he set it down once he was finished and reached for the suture kit. Yes, he was going to actually do this to himself, in the open for all to see. Not that it bothered him or anything. The bar happened to be the most convenient place to do this. Vodka made a wonderful disinfectant and was readily available so there was no need to head home and grab the proper cleaner.

Grabbing the already opened kit he set to work. The most impressive part was the fact he was hardly making a face while doing it.]

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[pacifistleader.livejournal.com]

Are you so sure? These documents are important. However if you can think of something I could distract myself with, I might listen.

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

There is a theatre, a library, and a ballroom here. You can relax in those places.

[pacifistleader.livejournal.com]

You know, two of those three things are best enjoyed with other people. Perhaps you can accompany me to the theater or the ballroom.

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

Which one would you prefer? [It's not like he'd deny her anything.]

[pacifistleader.livejournal.com]

I was thinking the ballroom if there is music. I wouldn't mind a little dancing to help me relax as you put it.

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

Alright. [He sets down his glass and stands, offering his hand to her.]

I'll show you where it is.

[pacifistleader.livejournal.com]

[She smiled as she took his hand and stood up.]

I was hoping you would. Please, lead the way Heero.

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[Giving a nod of his head, he lead her to the ballroom. It was a rather gorgeous place, all white with gold accenting and head a number of dressing rooms filled with clothes. That's what the pamphlets said.]

There are dresses available for you to wear, if you'd like.

[pacifistleader.livejournal.com]

[She was in momentary awe of the beautiful ballroom. Yes, she had seem some classic and beautifully done rooms on Earth, but this seemed to be a step above what she's seen so far.

Relena nods as she glances up at him.]

Then how about I get into a dress and you change into something formal as well? We can dance the night away, if you are willing of course Heero.

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

Sure.

[It was only fair after all. He went off to the men's dressing rooms to rummage through a bunch of suits, finding one in his size and in basic black. Nothing fancy.

Once he was dressed, he waited for her out in the lobby.]

[pacifistleader.livejournal.com]

[There was no denying she was pleased he agreed. If anything that made her more determined to pick out the perfect dress. So of course she was in the dressing room longer than he had been but when she stepped out, the dress () and matching jewelry were stunning.

Relena smiled and did a slight curtsy for him before straightening up.]

What do you think?

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[When she returned to the lobby, his widened slightly when he caught a glimpse of her before he could collect himself. That blue dress fit her perfectly and it's shade brought out her eyes. The jewerly and the designs on the dress just made her sparkle.

She was beautiful and his expression said enough.]

Perfect.

[pacifistleader.livejournal.com]

[The look on his face really did say it all and that pleased her. It seems she picked the right dress.]

You look rather handsome yourself Heero. Now shall we dance?

[She held out her hand and smiled, waiting for him to take it and lead her into the ball room proper.]

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

Hn. [He averted his eyes just for a moment. There was nothing special about his outfit. It was just a standard suit.

Reaching out he took her hand, leading her into the ballroom and slipping his arm around hers.]

[pacifistleader.livejournal.com]

[He may not think its special but it means something to her regardless. Relena took his hand and soon had his arm around her, making her smile faintly as they walked onto the dance floor.

Immediately a waltz was filtering through the air and for a moment, she worried he wouldn't know how to dance it.]

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[She didn't need to worry. He had picked up enough of it to be adequate. Once they reached the middle of the dance floor, he released her and got into position.]

[pacifistleader.livejournal.com]

[Good, then she really didn't have to worry. Soon enough they were waltzing across the floor in time to the music. As they moved, it became more and more obvious she was relaxing and even smiling. Her smiles.. seemed more genuine now, not polite and restrained.]

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[This was exactly what she needed. This was all worth it to see her smile that way.]

You do know how to relax.

[He kept time with the music, leading her the best he could in the waltz and keeping track of his steps.]

[pacifistleader.livejournal.com]

It seems that way. Now do you know how to relax with me Heero?

[She kept time with his steps, letting him lead even if he took a missed step here or there. Relena knew he didn't have the benefits of the tutors she had growing up, but all the same she would rather him and all his imperfections as her partner than anyone else.]

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[Just don't tell him about those imperfections. He tried hard to learn through watching people.]

Do I?

[pacifistleader.livejournal.com]

[She won't. They are what make him unique and she loves that about him.]

I think you just might.

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[Good. He'd deny he had them anyway.]

Maybe.

[pacifistleader.livejournal.com]

Only maybe?

[Teasing. The song ended and there was an interlude before the next one. In that span of time she pulled him closer and smiled.]

I think that I may just have to spend more time in this place if it is this relaxing for the both of us.

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[He was surprised by her forwardness. After all, he had been the one to make the first move and it hadn't even happened to her yet.]

As long as you relax.

[pacifistleader.livejournal.com]

[She was relaxed and with someone special, was it impossible to believe she might take a step towards forwardness? Circumstances don't happen like this very often and definitely not in their world.]

I think I can manage that with you here.