Might I Have This Dance
Randy never planned on going to the dance with his mentor, or go to the dance at all since the new Grave Punchers video game came out today, but ninja business called for him to be elsewhere; that was in the Valentines Day dance.
"I cant believe we attended this dance," he grumbled in irritation while his teacher rolled his eyes. "We aren't even sure whether or not McFist will try something fishy or not."
"I'm sure he will," Nomi sighed, idly sipping his drink. "Now try and enjoy your drink, we might be here for awhile." He gave up, accepting defeat by doing as he was told.
A few moments passed with both of them just enjoying each other's company while they watched all the couples dance. He noticed Theresa heading over to him, flustered and uncertain. He raised his eyebrows in confusion, but opted to playing it cool.
"Oh, hey Randy," Theresa greeted. "You enjoying the dance?"
"Yeah, it's pretty...bruce?" He said with little enthusiasm, shrugging his shoulders a little. Theresa giggled softly before grabbing his hand in hers. He flushed red.
"Do you want to dan—" she was cut off.
"Hey Randy," the Nomicon stated. "I think we should go look for Howard in the buffet table." It was an obvious excuse, Howard didn't even want to attend, so he didn't.
"Well, okay Randy," Theresa dropped his hand and her expression pulled into a straight face. "See you around." She left to the back of the room where her friends were.
"Thanks Nomicon," he glared pointedly at the eight hundred year old book. "Real help." Nomi didn't respond, his eyes looking somewhere else and his mouth in a tight line. "Hello? Earth to Nomicon?" His only response was his teacher grabbing him by the wrist and into the dance floor.
"Come on." Nomi let go once they were in the middle of the dance floor.
"Can you please explain why we're in the middle of the dance floor? We were perfectly content next to the punch bowl."
Nomi rolled his eyes. "If you haven't noticed, with you being too busy ogling, this dance is an all you can eat buffet for the Sorceror. Now hold my hand, we need to look like we're actually a couple."
"I still don't see why I should?" Nomi groaned softly, but soon enough they found each other blushing profusely, their bodies pressed against each other, fingers were entwined and hips clumsily swaying to the music. The song that played was slow and easy to dance to, if you knew how.
"Stop stepping on my toes Randy." Nomi scowled lightly.
"Sorry," he apologized quickly, too riled up by the sudden warmth in his stomach. "Enjoying the dance so far?"
"Now I am." He almost didn't hear his teacher say it, too muffled and soft to hear.
"Sorry, didn't hear that." He teased lightly, fighting his blush down.
"I hate this dance." Nomi muttered.
"Nah, I'm actually starting to enjoy it." He laughed while the Nomicon "unintentionally" stepped on his foot.
"Shut up." came his mentor's irritated grumble.
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Author's Note: Fluff is great, don't you think? This should have come out at February 14, but I haven't updated in 2 months, so yolo. I don't give a shit.