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★彡彡★ "You're quite the dancer." Alastor said, being cut off by you holding out a hand. "...I'm flattered. But..I don't-" You grabbed his hand, tugging him up, he looked down at you and rolled his eyes, smiling his signature smirk.

Alastor never cared for the rain, or for dancing with anyone other than himself. He didn't like romantic gestures like that. Until you came along. You two didn't do anything extremely romantic, but still. You two loved each other, and you were his first real partner. And he truly loved you. So, when you asked to go sit in the rain with him, he hesitantly obliged, bringing an umbrella for himself. And he sat on a stain ridden bench, hiding disgusted etched on his face, but watching you play in the rain made his disgust die down.

Soon enough, you were sopping wet. You were drenched, and dancing. He complimented you, staying silent as he watched you twirl and dance. He sighed happily and leaned on his cane, chin resting on his interlocked hands. His umbrella covered him, leaning against the bench. You soon came up to him, twirling and getting water on him. His ears pinned back, but he was angry, shaking off the small water droplets. His grin didn't falter. "You're being silly, dear."

But now, here he was, hair and ears soaking wet, holding your hand as you twirled. He dipped you, holding onto your waist, both of your noses touched, he smiled. "You're so beautiful." He said, his smile widening. ★彡彡★