[At least one of them is looking forward to this. Because Reaper certainly isn't. He briefly thinks if he should purposely be bad, stand on the others' feet and make it a terrible experience for him all around. But that means he'd have to put effort into failing, and with Eichi being so much smaller and let's admit it--fucking frail--he'd just end up hurting the guy or breaking his toes or something.]
You realise the more you talk about your health shit, the more I feel like I should bring you to a hospital to get locked up. [Because this isn't both concerning and delivered in the most sarcastic tone.
Eichi's seriously going to have a heart attack one day and Reaper sincerely hopes he's not around to be blamed for it.
With just another roll of his eyes that Eichi won't see, he allows himself to be tugged out to where everyone is dancing, but once there's a pause, he certainly will lead into something. Moving his hand to hold Eichi's higher than his head, he'll do a turn--his free hand resting on the others' shoulder. (He's taller, he can't put it on the guy's hip. God damn it.) When the other might think he'll wait for Eichi to do something, the opposite happens.
He pulls the other easily in a sweeping motion, far from having to left feet--a ballroom waltz, of all things.
You comment, and you die, or something along those lines.]
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But that means he'd have to put effort into failing, and with Eichi being so much smaller and let's admit it--fucking frail--he'd just end up hurting the guy or breaking his toes or something.]
You realise the more you talk about your health shit, the more I feel like I should bring you to a hospital to get locked up. [Because this isn't both concerning and delivered in the most sarcastic tone.
Eichi's seriously going to have a heart attack one day and Reaper sincerely hopes he's not around to be blamed for it.
With just another roll of his eyes that Eichi won't see, he allows himself to be tugged out to where everyone is dancing, but once there's a pause, he certainly will lead into something. Moving his hand to hold Eichi's higher than his head, he'll do a turn--his free hand resting on the others' shoulder. (He's taller, he can't put it on the guy's hip. God damn it.) When the other might think he'll wait for Eichi to do something, the opposite happens.
He pulls the other easily in a sweeping motion, far from having to left feet--a ballroom waltz, of all things.
You comment, and you die, or something along those lines.]