#sstmps

"Hey, Dz?"🎇turned to🧤, whose hair was now caked in soot and debris; a far cry from the once well-kept head of platinum blond hair. Now, it resembled straw. "Can we dance?"

🧤stopped to shoot him a look with hardened eyes that betrayed nothing.

Perhaps🧤thought he'd gone insane, but who wasn't partway there nowadays when every street was lined with the skeletons of civilization; where silence punctuated their every step.

"Sure,"🧤muttered, voice raspy as he took🎇's hand and placed his free hand on the shorter's waist.