This was a lot of fun, sure she was a little anxious about messing up and stepping on someone's paw, but everyone seemed nice here. Approachable enough that it didn't make her feel all awkward and fumbly, fall back on troupes that seemed cool in fiction but would be entirely weird and out of place in real life, you know? She twirled on the spot, a cute giggle passing her lips as she span, feeling all sorts of pretty and elegant. Everything she'd hoped tonight would be- except till someone stepped to cut in. In one of her stories such a turn of events would have been thrilling, but in the here and now Maki felt...well, it was someone she knew but hadn't expected this from at all.

Akito, the guy who was very cool but also kinda mean? She didn't dislike anyone, that seemed like a lot of effort, but she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about him either. Was this a conflict? It felt conflicting

"Oh um-yeah, sure." She didn't mean to sound disinterested, but what little she knew of him she thought Akito would be too cool to dance, you know? Which was totally something she was secretly into, would dwell on a lot later, might even ramble to Delphi about.

Stepping up, her tail wagged high, cute little swishes, her metaphorical rose-tinted glasses as pink and gleaming as her albino eye. The guy was supposed to lead, right?

Akito was at the ball to help keep his siblings out of trouble and to strengthen future relations with the Hallows. Not that Hattori had voiced this as a concern, but Akito figured enemies weren’t exactly his up of tea either. What he hadn’t expected was the girl to be there. In her dual shades of ivory and ebony, looking rather well groomed and smelling far nicer than more girls in the room. It left him confused, his brow scrunched slightly, but he wouldn’t be rude either. She was a part of Vidarr’s pack, someone who may or may not be his father. Another pack that, in his mind, they should have somewhat good relations with.

Not that that was the whole reason he was asking her to dance. As he stands there in front of him, completely missing her disinterested sounds, he tries to smile. A smile that he quite frankly didn’t really know how to do. And he didn’t really know how to dance either. Not like Hattori would give him lessons in that. He didn’t seem like the type of guy to do that sort of thing either. No, he had gone to his mother who then had shooed him to Fuji or Kuroo. They would know how to dance and thankfully, they had.

Stepping up to meet Maki, his own well-brushed tail gives a few wags as his muscles begin to relax. Slowly the room fades away around them and all he sees is her. Her two toned eyes, little horns poking up through her fur, the way her colors seemed to split perfectly but also not so perfectly down her face. Shades of grey did happen to be his favorite color after all (of course it is, because fuck he’s boring, okay?).

Clearing his throat, he offers Maki a paw. Fuji and Kuroo both had told him that he had to lead. To be brave, charismatic, and fun. Akito was only one of those three descriptors. Once she takes his paw, Akito will lead her to the middle of the dance floor so she can be the center of attention that she deserves and begin to twirl her around like the princess she dreams of being.

"speech"