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They know the steps.
Dark knows how Chosen positions himself as they prepare to train, he knows his partner chooses to fight in the air, using his powers. Equally, Chosen knows very well how Dark’s way of fighting is, defensive waiting a opening to attack. They have been doing this for years, to fight and protect each other.
They don’t need a warning, it starts with silence as Chosen chooses to charge in throwing himself towards with he fire he creates with his hands, he expects Dark to block the attack. he does.
And it goes like that, Chosen making the most moves, dark being defensive about it. But Chosen decides to leave an opening for Dark attack, he needs to, it’s how their training goes, it doesn’t work if neither of them use their own powers. And like that the fight is taken above the ground, both sticks choosing to use fire to lift themselves up. Chosen has more powers than Dark, it sounds like an advantage but it never was, it’s something out of control Chosen prefers not use it.
Dark knows that, and yet tries to push Chosen off limit to see him use powers he usually wouldn’t, he loves this pattern, it should be like that, every time.
The black stick is leaving more openings, he wants the other to win, he didn’t the other time, it sounds just fair. Dark gets it, the pace is always the same, he likes it, they both like it.
They don’t seem to notice it even ended, Chosen pinned on the ground as claps and cheers are heard nearby, right the rest were watching. They allowed the current gang to watch their training, it was good especially for Second, but as they said once the reason to like watching the respective sticks train is how the fight looks like a choreography, synced almost like they’re dancing. Of course, it should be like that no? Both of them knew each other’s fighting techniques. They have been doing this for years, it isn’t surprising
It’s not special. They just know the steps.
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Now, this is unusual. Way too late in the dead of the night, the two sticks who are simply not used to sleep are restless around the room.
The black stick fidgeting with his hands as the red one sets up something, the note block the green stick often uses wouldn’t do for this, no, as Dark has to open a tab, and hope as he sets the volume low the rest of the house wouldn’t hear them.
“I don’t know how to dance.” he says as the other takes his hand out so Chosen would take it, despiste the phrase coming out of his mouth there is no hesitation in holding the taller’s hand as he’s pulled close
“Neither I do. But it’s okay, we can learn together” Chosen has to be glad Dark is patient and understanding. The red stick holds Chosen’s hand as he wraps his arm onto his waist, the black stick let him
The song Dark chose is slow, so they can learn how to coordinate themselves onto the steps, Chosen decides to relax against the other’s chest, it’s a tender moment.
Dark starts, there and here, as Chosen tries to catch up, looking down instead of Dark’s eyes, he can’t face his partner right now, he does not want it, he does not want to feel warm when he’s so close to his long-term friend. He steps more than one time on Dark’s feet
“Hey,” he lifts his head as Dark presses them closer so he can whisper in the black stick’s ear “don’t look down, just..” a sigh “..enjoy the moment mmh?” The red stick doesn’t expect an answer, he never does, Chosen rarely chooses to speak and he respects that
Once more, the other relaxes against him and he starts again, one step here another there, starting to move around the room, the calming song making him forget how close he is to Chosen, today, right now it’s okay to let those repressed feeling take over him as they move through the room.
Drowsiness take over Chosen, he hates it - -hates sleeping in general —, but Dark’s chest everything he can rely on right now, and it does not help how warm he feels, what he could describe as “funny feeling” is back but the energy to speak, which he doesn’t have much, disappeared. He just wants to be close to Dark as he closes his eyes.
The song is over and so is their dance. Both of them feeling tired, sleepy, drowsy, very unusual as they can keep up awake for days straight and a nap is enough to refill their energy. Right now, cuddling together in Dark’s bed — the couch is Chosen’s property by now — sounds the best.
They knows the steps. And they’re going slowly.