“Dance with me.”

he said, nervously holding out his hand for you to take

“I’m a little out of practice. It’s been more than two centuries since I’ve found myself on the dance floor.”

you explained, looking away, avoiding his eyes hesitantly

“Then you’re overdue, come on”

Choso insisted, wrapping his hand around yours and pulling you forwards into his arms, one of his hands wrapped around your waist