Stein x Spirit, Stein wants to dance with Spirit but neither knows who should lead. They eventually figure it out.
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The last time there was any kind of dancing done, Medusa had let Asura free, and they never for the chance to actual dance with each other. Of course, Spirit did get an uneasy dance with his beloved daughter, and Stein had...well, he had something with Medusa.
"You're stepping on my toes." Stein frowned down at the redhead, shifting his stance once again so that he wasn't on top of the scythe's shoes. They were standing in the middle of the weapon's apartment, his really tiny apartment. It made Stein feel bad for his old partner, how he was living here with just enough room to turn around in and he was living in his mostly empty lab, a building far too big for just himself...
"Hey, pay attention. I can't dance on my own." They'd both stopped, staring at each other. The sound of a piano played softly in the background, and the mad doctor couldn't help but feel stupid for doing this. He had told himself it was just another experiment when they'd started this, but when he had the redhead in his grasp like this, with his hair pulled back into a messy, loose ponytail, jacket and tie thrown over the back of his sofa, hands on Stein like this...
"Stein. Please." the doctor smiled down at the weapon, leaning forward to gently bump their foreheads together. After adjusting his grip on Spirit's hand and waist, he started again, forcing Spirit into moving along with the slow, swaying dance his old meister had suddenly conjured up out of seemingly no where.
"Senpia...I think you should move in with me. This place is too tiny and...my place is too big for just me." Spirit blinked in surprise, before beaming up at Stein.
"Never thought you would be lonely. If you were anyone else, I'd say this is moving too fast - but you've never really been one to take things slow." The redhead leaned up on his toes, catching Stein off guard with a sweet, chaste kiss.
"I'll have to notify Lord Death of my moving in with you. And give Maka the new address. But...we can see how this goes. No experimenting on me though."
"Deal. We'll have more room to dance at my place too."
"Shut up, you're stepping on my toes again."