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Prompt Word #6: Dance

"Hey, Garry, do you know how to dance?"

It was certainly a random question. Garry looked over to Ib, who had just returned from the kitchen of his apartment with two cans of soda in hand. The only thing he could think that brought it on was the movie on TV that they weren't really watching. It was a high school prom scene, with lots of dancing people.

"You mean a style of dancing, like ballet? Or, just.." Garry trailed off when Ib pantomimed herself dancing with someone else, swaying her hips and then acting as if her invisible dance partner was twirling her. Garry chuckled when she almost lost her footing in the spin.

"You know, dancing," Ib emphasized. "Like when two people go out together, and then they start dancing. How is it they know how to dance? What if they didn't know?"

Garry laughed, "I think that kind of dancing is innate. People don't need special choreography in that kind of dancing, it all comes from the heart." Ib tilted her head.

"In..innate? Cor..Cor-e-ogg...ogg-graffy?" Garry fought back a smirk. She was so cute when she learned new words.

"Ah, innate is a skill people are born with. Like, you weren't taught to breathe, it's just something you already know," he explained. Ib nodded her head. "And choreography is just typically used in dance styles, showing how the dancers should move and such."

"I get it," she said, smiling as she set the two soda cans on the coffee table in front of the couch. She always loved enhancing her vocabulary. "So, do you know how to dance?"

Her question repeated itself and Garry found himself thinking about it for a long time. His head tilted back, staring up at the ceiling in deep thought, crossing his legs ankle-over-knee. He'd never danced in his life. But if what he thought was true, about dancing with someone being an innate behavior, then how hard could it be?

"Well, I've never had the pleasure to dance with another," he explained. "Why do you ask?"

Ib put a bashful hand to her cheek, fighting back the slightly embarrassed grin that threatened to spread across her face.

"Well, I wanted to learn how," she said, nervously twisting her body, and trying to cover the blush rising to her face. "And you teach me so much already, I thought..."

Garry loved the way Ib looked with her face flushed like that. The look of utter infatuation with another was very evident on her face, and he'd seen her like this a lot. Garry stood from his spot on the couch, thinking that maybe he knew just who intrigued her so much. And he knew for a fact that said person was also infatuated with her. After all, who wouldn't be? Ib was a very extraordinary young girl.

He extended his hand to her, "I can't teach you to dance," he explained, "but we can learn together."

Ib let her grin widen to its fullest. Her face became a bright scarlet as her hand went into his. Being so much taller than her—Ib's chin was about level to his hips—Garry thought attempting to dance with her would be awkward. He shrugged it off, thinking either way, it would be awkward, since the two of them had no idea what they were doing.

Their empty hands met, and they started off with basic swaying side-to-side. A rhythm was established and the two of them carried it quite well. Only once, Ib tripped over her feet, but Garry was aware of her movements and caught her. Her eyes went to the floor in embarrassment after her near-accident. Garry called her name and she looked back up at him. Her crimson colored eyes locked with his blue eyes for the longest time.

Garry released one of her hands, and pulled her into a spin. Ib twirled around a full three times before they resumed their basic swaying. When their free hands came together, their fingers intertwined with each other. Garry smirked at Ib, releasing both of her hands and hooking his under her arms. He picked Ib up with ease, gracefully—a lot more graceful than he thought he was capable of, actually—spinning his body while holding her up in the air.

Ib let out a surprised gasp the second her feet left the ground, but then giggled with excitement. Garry pulled her close to him, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Dancing wasn't that hard.

^^ Heh, out of all these little moments, I think my favorite part in this entire oneshot was writing about Ib pronouncing the word "choreography." Heh. Again, everyone, thank you so much for reading and reviewing! May Garry give all of you lovelies a blue rose and a kiss~! Take care!