[ out on the dance floor, it's as if they've stepped back in time a couple thousand years; back when the earth was as it was before it was forced to start all over again. there are denizens of the silver millennium twirling around them in place of their fellow ship-dwellers as they dance a complicated waltz like it's the easiest thing in the world. they go from slightly out of place teenagers to master dancers at the drop of a hat, muscle memory from lives previously lived taking over and guiding their steps.
mamoru lips hover near her ear as he asks: ] Where's Luna?
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mamoru lips hover near her ear as he asks: ] Where's Luna?