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.

His polite gesture went unanswered. Alan hadn’t heard the sound, still lying in his bedroom with the curtains drawn. He was beginning to rot again, receding from the world to live within his room. He had no desire to leave, no motivation to do so.

Eric blinked a few times and scratched his cheek. No answer? He’d thought that Alan had stayed home sick today. Maybe he just hadn’t heard him. He tried knocking a bit harder this time, feeling just a little worried. “Alan!" 

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