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âAnything for a friend,â Eton laughed lightly, running a hand through his fingers, though really it was sort of a lame excuse to possibly see her again, though he probably didnât need one. It was cute, the way her eyes lit up when he told her heâd never seen a ballroom. âReally really. We donât need those, where Iâm from.â Giving a slight shrug, Eton wasnât sure how to answer that. âI guess weâll figure that out. Although Iâd rather you step on my feet than me yours.â Dancing was a bit of common knowledge, at least he thought. At the very least, he had seen people dancing before, and thought he could imitate it well enough. âYou might have to lead this time,â he confessed with a chuckle, putting his other hand on her waist.
âYouâre my first friend here,â Felicity pointed out, glad that she had met someone she felt she could really talk to. Especially since he was so nice to her. âYou donât need them where your from? Of course you do! Where does everyone dance, then?â She asked, wondering where they held their balls if they didnât have a ballroom. Did they even have a castle at all? She laughed when he said he would rather her step on his feet than the other way around. âWell, you do have a point there.â She put her hand on his shoulder, the other squeezing his hand gently. âIâll even hum a little if that helps.â She started humming a soft, upbeat tune before she led him across the floor, making sure she wasnât doing anything very complicated.











