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Mad Eye Touz 
Plymouth blew his air and his curly bangs went flying upward. "Yeah... Yeah. I'm sorry about that." Meh. Plymouth opened his mouth to say more or explain himself, but .. she already knew, so he bit it off. No sense ruining a good dance.
.... music started??? Plymouth's eyes got HUGE and wide. "Hey! COOL! It ... the room.. heard us," Plymouth finished in a whisper. He popped up to his feet and held a hand out for Cela. "May I, Miss Toussaint? Make up for my lack of birthday dances?"
"It's... not a
bad room." Celandine agreed, eyeing the tissues for a moment before turning her attention to Plymouth. She smiled at him again and took his hand, standing up and trying not to think just yet, just... you know... dance.