A Perfect Dance...
"Ow!" Paige exclaimed, leaping back as pain shot through her foot. Walter winced, he hadn't meant to be so awful at dancing but it couldn't be helped, Paige had been trying all day. Happy had refused to help, besides she was just as bad as Walter so Toby was busy teaching her. The difference between Walter's dancing and Happy's was that she could learn a lot faster than Walter and she didn't step on Toby's feet constantly, she wasn't all good at getting the steps right though. "Soon I won't be able to dance myself." Paige sighed, slumping down on the couch. They'd been practising for hours and both of them were exhausted. Walter hated dancing, he didn't see a point in it, it didn't make him feel free as people had told him, nor elegant. He just felt like an idiot. He dropped down on the opposite side of the sofa, letting out a breathe.
"I'm sorry, I'm still trying to get the hang of it," Walter apologised, shifting awkwardly. "Maybe we should give up, I'd much rather not dance anyway. I'm better at sitting and observing."
"No Walter-oh my god, you genius!" Paige beamed, she pounced to her feet in seconds, racing towards the stairs but paused at the top, pointing at Walter. "You stay right there."
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