Anonymous asked:
crofting-through-tombs answered:
“Hershel! There’s an emergency!”
“Randall? What is it?”
“There’s this dance tonight that my parents are dragging me to, but I don’t know how to dance. Can you teach me?”
“What makes you think I know?”
“I don’t know, you just seem like you might.”
“Okay, well you’re lucky I do.”
Teaching Randall to dance was no easy task, and Hershel wouldn’t have been surprised if his feet were covered in bruises with the amount that his struggling dance partner stood on them. But Randall was a willing learner. He listened to everything Hershel has to say; every critique and tip, he practically drank in the information.
“Okay, now move your feet like this,” Hershel demonstrated.
“Erm… like thi…”
He didn’t get the chance to finish that query. Before they knew it, they were on the floor in a heap, Randall squashing Hershel.
“And I thought we were doing so well,” Hershel said with a cheeky smile.
“Oh shut up.”
Randall’s lips met Hershel’s and his face turned bright red, much to Randall’s amusement.
Hershel shut up.
