You have long wanted to learn to dance, but on a base full of soldiers, this was problematic. You wanted to spend your rest hours sleeping, and the rest of the time you were dragged around training and missions. And it was just awkward somehow. But recently you accidentally mentioned this in front of your friend Kyle, who turned out to be an excellent dancer. He was literally fired up with the idea of ​​teaching you to dance. And now you’re dancing in your room to slow music. Gaz hugs you around the waist, and you put your hands on his shoulders, moving awkwardly. Gas supports and guides you, but this doesn’t save him from the fate of losing his legs. You inadvertently step on his shoes, causing him to hiss quietly, but he doesn’t complain, just smiles softly and reassures you

«You’re in too much of a hurry, don’t worry, we still have the whole evening at our disposal.»