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"Why aren't you dancing? Tonight's your graduation ball. You aint the wallflower type, are you?" He said, his eyes are fixed on the empty wine glass he is holding.
"You're drunk, Sensei."
"Dont judge my state base on my eyes. I have a drunk-man-eyes since god knows when."
She giggled a bit. He is literally ‘a man of few words’ and him blurting out more than ten words in one go means he is either pissed off or drunk, which is obviously the latter.
"I-I... dont know how to." She said as if it's not being able to dance is mortal sin.
“Step on my feet.”
“Kero?"
"Step on them, I'll do the dancing. Dance with me." He stood up, put the wine glass to the chair and offered his hand to her, just like how a knight does to his princess.
Oh. He's really drunk, she thought. Despite finding it weird, she cant help but get curious about the idea... and a bit excited. She reached out for his hand, took off her white shoes and gently put her feet atop of his.
He held her hand tight, placed the other behind her for support and pulled her a bit closer just to maintain the balance.
♪♫♪ I'm telling you... tonight... tonight... you are my angel...♪♫♪
His sways are as slow as the song and as soft as the voice behind the song. She's so close to his chest. Is she tired already? Maybe, she thought, because her knees are shaking and her breathing is uneven and she feels dizzy and something in her stomach behaves weirdly.
One sudden step closed the gap between her head and his chest.
♪♫♪ I dont need a reason... I just want you, baby... day after day... ♪♫♪
She wished the song would play forever.