dancing, but make it two characters who fucking hate eachother lmfao

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the name would explain this i think????? (hate is a strong word let's say they don't favour eachother)
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technoblade and dream have been invited inside a royal masquerade ball, however the orchestra starts playing (i prefer merry-go-round of life, remastered) and they now have to blend in with the crowd to not cause a disruption. how will they do that tho??
simply, dancing!
and maybe something else might happen...

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The ball was so. Fucking. BIG. Although Dream had been here multiple times before, seeing all the familiar faces around him, his eyes could never adjust to the abnormally large size of the room, alongside with the huge pillars and open areas between so that the breeze from the outside could wander about in the inside. There were no windows around to conceal the inside from the outside, but the developers and hosts made good work with choosing the right day to invite all the guests in. 

After gawking at the 'palace', he feels a hand wrap around his shoulder, then a nudge forward. Dream hissed and glared at the person, expecting it to be George or Sapnap, instead being met with light red eyes. The dirty-blonde had fast reflexes, sure, but not when it came to identification. 

"Stop it, Sa-"
Light red eyes, a shiny big crown propped onto pink curly hair and marvelous clothes. A slight difference was that there'd been a pink-like mask with blobs for eyes and a pig's nose drawn in the middle that was moved to the side of their face. It clicked inside Dream's head that this was not, in fact, Sapnap. A smirk rose on the boy's lips, gripping Dream's shoulder tighter.

"Dream."
"Technoblade." They both acknowledged eachother in sync. Dream slapped Technoblade's hand off his shoulder, his hands retrieving to his pockets as he glared hatingly at the pig-like male. It was hard to distinguish how Dream was feeling to Technoblade, however he noticed the way the boy's back straightened and how his stance became more... 'manly', if you will. Ignoring the slight tingling in Technoblade's hand after being rudefully slapped away, the hand returned to Dream's shoulder again. 

"Dream, my buddy..! My sensei! How have you been?" the said boy bit his lip, stance becoming stiffer as his ears fumed. The sarcasm that reeked inside that tone was more than enough to make the white masked boy to not slap the shit out of Techno. Dream tsked, turning away and looking around to search for any source of escape. To his utter doom, there was no escape. Sapnap had been occupied with talking to Punz. George was nowhere to be seen. Eret was talking with Fundy, and anyone else blended into the crowd, occupied with something. Dream sighed and looked back at Techno, staring him up and down.

"Pig," he snarled. The pink haired boy chuckled at the nickname, amusement filling him at the fact that Dream and him would finally have some rivalry-friendly talk without getting violent. Of course, Noxcrew wouldn't allow that since they were in the exact same room too, even if the room was massive.
"Listen buddy, all I ever wanted was a nice chat with Dream, MineWorld speedrunner, maybe even have a nice romantic dance with him!" 

The speedrunner coughed awkwardly at that, body feeling hot and flushed from the embarrassment and anger that flowed in his veins. "As fucking if! You're not funny. I would never dance with you, pig as-"

A strum of music danced in the air, slightly silencing the people in the room but not completely. Some paid no mind to it whilst others got caught off guard. Then another pluck. And another. Then another one. Plucks turned into harmony until a rhythm formed and now a whole ensemble was showcasing. The pair could see Tommy panicking as Tubbo forcibly prowled him into a dance. It spread like forestfire, more and more pairs coming together, clasping hands with eachother and wrapping their arms around another's waists. Dream and Technoblade blinked, seeing that no one else they knew was unoccupied. Everyone around them had been placed into a start position, ready for an extravagant dancing session. 

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