Anonymous whispered:

"Alan had heard the noise a few minutes ago, and thought nothing of it, but eventually his curiosity got the best of him. He trod down the hallway, following the music to Eric's bedroom. Though he knew it was impolite, he peeped in through the crack in the door, astonished to find the reaper dancing! Alan couldn't help smiling, and watched in curiosity. He never took the other man to be the dancing sort... but it certainly looked fun. He wasn't sure he could keep up though. (shi-no-toge)"

shi-no-toge:

hanakotobawakodoku:

Entirely unaware that he had an audience, Eric kept it up. His movements were fluid, hips inspired to sway with the music and feet bouncing against the bed in time. Yes, he was the sort to go about dancing on his bed. And while he wasn’t bad at it, it seemed his balance needed a little work — for one wrong step and he was sent (in a fit of loud shouts and cursing) tumbling to the ground with a crash. Sheets tangled around his legs and hair disheveled.

“You aren’t supposed to touch them silly.” he teased, knowing full well the other man likely hadn’t intended to touch the cactus. “Soaking your fingers in warm water helps get the points out.” he advised, having a feeling that it wouldn’t be the last time Eric accidentally poked himself.

“Warm water?! Tha’ won’ help me. I think if I e'er die, it’ll be death b’ cactus.” Eric laughed again, squeezing Alan’s sides playfully. He adored spending time with him like this. Regardless of what would happen in the morning. 

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