Henry Stickmin: CopperRight Oneshots

2: Dancing (Fluff)

The day was nearing its end, and everybody was turning in for another day at work tomorrow. A couple people were still awake, but besides that, the hallways were empty. RHM was walking down the hallways with his arms crossed behind his back and his eyes directed towards his room up ahead. His hand transformed into a keyring and he took out his desired room key. Approaching the door, something seemed suspicious. The door was already cracked open, but no sound came from the room. He carefully opened the door and looked around, his hand reaching for the lights.

Suddenly, he saw a figure shift to turn on the lamp and he stumbled back, shouting, "Reveal yourself! Who's there?!" As light filled the room and his eyes adjusted, RHM's hands dropped to his side in confusion. There, on his bed, sat... his boss? What in the lord's name was he doing here?

"You took longer than expected, Right Hand Man." Reginald looked up and snickered a little. "How- when- ok, why are you in my room, let alone sitting on my bed?" "Well, you see, I need a favor from you." He stood up and strutted over to his assistant. "Follow me, and quickly."

Confused and still a bit surprised, RHM decided to follow after Regi. The lights began to dim as only his footsteps and his boss' could be heard now. Usually around this time, the lights would turn off and nothing would be running except the autopilot and air-conditioning. Why Reginald wanted him in his office so late at night stumped him.

They arrived at his office, and they entered. Everything had been changed. The starlight from outside was blocked by fully-shut blinds, the room only lit by a dim candle's light, and the floor was cleared. Everything was pushed up against the wall, and in the middle sat a small record player. "..are you catching my drift," Reginald finally said, catching RHM's attention. "No, I'm sorry. I don't." The boss sighed and led RHM up to the player. He set the disc on the machine and it began to play a soft tune. The room flooded with a soft ambience and Reginald crossed his arms.

"...I still don't-" "I want you to teach me to dance, ok-?" He blurted and rolled his eyes, causing him to laugh in response. "If that's what you wanted, you could've just said." RHM shoved the player away to the wall with the other things with his hand and stood in front of him.

Reginald nervously took RHM's hand and held it up, the other pressing against his back. The other did the same, and they sauntered slightly. "...you knew how to dance-?" "..well, of course I did. Why wouldn't I, I knew I would need it for today." The boss' face went a little red as he laughed, "Yeah, uh-huh. Sure."

Everything was calm. They danced together, and it was nice. Suddenly, RHM took Reginald into his arms and placed his hands on his shoulders. He froze in place and panicked for a second at the sudden touch, but soon relaxed into it. "..haha, why'd you do that?" He asked nervously, his eyes adverting when RHM went to look at him.

Things went still. Their faces were so close together, it was almost unbearable. Reginald smiled a little, letting out a shaky laugh. RHM was about to do it...

Suddenly, there was a gasp from the other side of the room. The two quickly turned their heads, still wrapped in each other's arms, and saw one of the clan members standing there with a wide eyed expression. "-oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize-" They tried to speak, but Reginald quickly said, "Just- please leave. I'll discuss with you later." The person quickly left, closing the door behind them.

RHM was still in a bit of shock, but he cracked up and said, "Didn't anybody teach them to knock?"