::LEAD::
One, two, three, step. One, two, three, step. Twirl.
They made it a new routine. Two main elements of the earth dancing to a basic rhythm. Bodies joined in harmony, to create a physical art.
One, two, three, step. One, two, three, step. Twirl.
The Liquidator smiled, humor twinkling in his eyes and grin. His blue orbs were focused on the flustered sapling before him, as Bushroot led them around the room.
One, two, three, step. One, two, three, step. Twirl.
It was quite funny, actually. For some time the lyceum nycanthropus had insisted on getting a chance to take the male role, becoming a little weary of always following. Not that he really minded in other areas, of course. Oh no, he'd gladly and willingly follow the sinuous sinister to the ends of the Earth. Yet, this was different. This was the waltz. Bushroot was just as well a dancer. Dancing and life, hypothetically speaking, were two different things right? So he should be able to do it.
One, two, three, step. One, two, three, step. Twirl.
"Something wrong, Reggie?"
The mutant plant-duck was startled out of his trance, almost tripping and losing the beat. Bud's beam widen, as Reginald smiled back sheepishly.
"Er, no. Nothing's wrong. Why do you ask?"
One, two, three, step. One, two, three, step. Twirl.
"Oh, no reason. Just that the survey shows that a certain plant-duck is having a hard time."
"I know the moves, Buddy."
"Oh yes, I can see that. You just don't look comfortable doing them."
One, two, three, step. One, two, three, step. Twirl.
"Or," Liqui continued, "at the very least, you're not enjoying it."
Saint Canard's local floral fiend's blush deepened. He averted his gaze.
"N-no. I'm liking it quite well, thank you."
One, two, three, step. One, two, three, step. Dip.
Bushroot gasped, as the aquatic canine took control and dipped him backwards. His purple hair tickling his nape.
"You're a terrible liar, Reggie."
"But, "the lyceum nycanthropus began slightly pouting the bottom of his bill, "I'm suppose to be leading."
"And you hated it all the while. Five out of five happy house plants would rather have their friendly neighborhood Liquidator take the command. It's 100% guaranteed that both parties prefer it. Not that it isn't appealing to see you all worked up. I could do that all day."
"Er, um, yes But-"
One, two, three, step. One, two, three, step. Twirl.
Bushroot was interrupted, as Bud swiftly started moving them in their simple pattern again. It was almost frightening how easily the scientist relaxed, as he followed the other around the room. As the full moon's light entered through the greenhouse's windows, it added an unearthly glow to the water-based being. It was as if some god of dance had graced the world with his presence. Reginald smiled warmly, admiration and affection glowing in his own eyes.
One, two, three, step. One, two, three, step. Twirl.
Okay, so following wasn't so bad. Besides, leading wasn't for everyone
