Vanitas had claimed to be a poor dancer, but all he had done was lie so he could have a dance with you. He was quite teasing, sure, but he seemed to enjoy the little dance you two shared.

In the ballroom, fancy chandeliers hung from the ceiling, the sound of shoes clicking on the floor and the feeling of peace filling those dancing.

Vanitas held your waist and hand as you two danced, twirling around and occasionally getting a bit touchy by giving your hand a squeeze or wrapping his arm around your waist.

And there was certainly no doubt about it that it was a nice atmosphere compared to what it is usually like with Vanitas, which tends to be quite hectic.