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“Anything for a friend,” Eton laughed lightly, running a hand through his fingers, though really it was sort of a lame excuse to possibly see her again, though he probably didn’t need one. It was cute, the way her eyes lit up when he told her he’d never seen a ballroom. “Really really. We don’t need those, where I’m from.” Giving a slight shrug, Eton wasn’t sure how to answer that. “I guess we’ll figure that out. Although I’d rather you step on my feet than me yours.” Dancing was a bit of common knowledge, at least he thought. At the very least, he had seen people dancing before, and thought he could imitate it well enough. “You might have to lead this time,” he confessed with a chuckle, putting his other hand on her waist.
“You’re my first friend here,” Felicity pointed out, glad that she had met someone she felt she could really talk to. Especially since he was so nice to her. “You don’t need them where your from? Of course you do! Where does everyone dance, then?” She asked, wondering where they held their balls if they didn’t have a ballroom. Did they even have a castle at all? She laughed when he said he would rather her step on his feet than the other way around. “Well, you do have a point there.” She put her hand on his shoulder, the other squeezing his hand gently. “I’ll even hum a little if that helps.” She started humming a soft, upbeat tune before she led him across the floor, making sure she wasn’t doing anything very complicated.
















