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Kimstar18 
She did make a valid point. If Damien were to actually make something of himself, going to classes would undoubtedly help him reach that something, wouldn't it? But then it involved taking time out of his busy schedule to bother with something so trivial as -- well -- going to class. But going would also mean he could possibly spend more time with Isobel. Which he was, of course, in favor of. But would he distract her by being in class? Isobel was the more studious after all and he, Damien, wouildn't want to jepordize her studies for the simple fact of being around her every chance he got.
Her head found his shoulder, and all at once he forgot his train of thought. All that mattered was that he was with her. Damien kissed the top of her head before asking the all important question.
Could he dance? "Erm --" he stammered. "Well it can't be that hard can it?" he asked. "I guess it would depend on the kind of dance," he added giving her a smirk before grabbing her hand to twirl her around and pulling her close to him (in the standard slow-dance hold). "This however," he added touching his forehead down to hers, "is definately more my pace."
If he did not agree to come to class, Isobel could always drag him there. She didn't think it would work very well though, if she actually had to drag him physically. But she didn't think it would be too hard to convince him, she thought she could. Just because of the fact that it was
her trying to convince him. Maybe she could team up with Nessie and Maybelle, who ironically Damien had first met when it had not been Maybelle at all, but her.
Her thoughts immediately fell away and focused back on Damien, but she supposed they had never really left him in the first place. Though, at that moment he was spinning her. Isobel grinned and allowed herself to be spun before he pulled her close to him. She stood on her tiptoes, because he was a little bit taller, and kissed him lightly on the cheeck.
"I like this too," she said with a smile. Isobel took his hand in her own and placed her other hand on his shoulder. His hand had was already on her waist, so she didn't correct him.
"I don't know what to do now," she admitted. Did they just...move around?