•♤• ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕖 : 𝕋.𝔻.𝔻 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 •♤•

•♤• ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 : 𝔽𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕕 •♤•

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

" Apologies." 

I hate all of this. Ivan's suggestion came true. All of us were in a waltz stance dancing to the music coming from the record player.

I wanted to run and read whatever book was available, anything just to get away from this ridiculous idea, but of course, the universe or whoever was out there had other plans and that was around that time when Ivan grab hold of my wrist then we started to dance.

(despite my troubled tugging and trying to let him go of me)

Paris and Polakov were on the other side dancing as well. I wanted to laugh and joke about them, but knowing those two I would've been scrapped parts if I do so. 

" Oh !" 

" Apologies again.." I cringe when my weight drops onto his foot causing Ivan to step back and nervously laugh trying to comfort me into saying it's alright when really it isn't.

This is ridiculous and humiliating. 

Of all the things he could suggest, he chose to dance. I inwardly crunch my nose. No, this is far too embarrassing. I don't know how to dance, no matter what I do !

Its, oh, so humiliating for me to even dance when I've got two left feet. From behind us, I could hear a faint conversation from the two toys but I could care less. I wanted to get out of this situation right now. 

Despite Ivan trying to make the dance a bit graceful, it's up to me to struggle finding the right rhythm. An occasional slip and drag to our feet; wanting nothing more than to just take turns dragging each other than for me to lead the dance. 

For goodness sake Ivan and I have two left feet ! This is anything but graceful. Ivan pulled back and twirled me around, a stupid decision really. As I twirled, I had carelessly let go of his hand and bumped into one of them. 

GAH-

I stumbled back and held onto a forearm, or whoever it was, please just let this terrible nonsense end.

" Well now, isn't this a surprise." 

Dismantle me. Dismantle me right now. This is infuriating, all of this is !

Paris had his mocking smirk on his damn face as he pulled back and twirled me. Placing his hands on a waltz position while I awkwardly hovered on his figure. My eyes glance at where his partner was.

Polakov had taken my place by Ivan, the two clearly awkward due to their height difference. I want to dug myself a grave, this is after all my fault. 

" I'd appreciate it if you'd not step on my shoes, just like how you did with Ivan." I purse my lips and nodded; Far too tired to talk back. I have little to no energy to look at him or any of them.