That&#x27;s a pretty funky dance, ducky!

"Uh— no—" He stumbled along after him, holding on just to avoid tumbling over his own feet.

Ducky was Ducky. He did not walk- he waddled.

"I.. I mean, I can dance a bit, but I do not know how to dance with a partner."

"It's easy!" Sugar insisted, not discouraged at all by the other man's inexperience. "It's easier to learn just by doing, so c'mon."

With that, the boy who looks as though he could be laid flat by a gentle breeze begins to dance with surprising grace. His motions seem erratic at first, as one moment they're close together and the next he's holding Ducky at a distance and freed up one hand to shake up beside his shoulder as he tramples all over the floor with his partially bare feet. Despite it, when one pays attention to the swells of the music and Sugar's attention to his footwork, the dance comes together as something easy enough to grasp.

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He manages a nod, scratching the back of his neck idly.

Not sure of what to do now. How to start. How to move.

Sugar's eyes are luckily opened in time to catch the assent, so he nods in return, before leading Ducky to a clearer span of the room's floor and dragging a record player from behind a pile of the substance littering his Zone 0 home. He starts up a song.

Apparently, Ducky doesn't need to worry about it not being sure of what to do. Sugar's energy and enthusiasm is obviously enough for the both of them. He returns to the purifier and finds Ducky's hands with his own-- he'll take the lead, simply because Ducky seems unsure.

"Do you know how to swing at all?"

"…. I don’t dance well." He grumbled, but that wasn’t a no. Really, that was probably the closest thing to a yes the other would receive.

Pale hands meet, percussive, in front of Sugar's teenily-pudgy tummy. His grin grows even brighter, if that's possible.

"That's fine! I don't mind at all."

Uncomfortable with the eye contact he moves to pull the bill of his cap down a bit more, tilting his head away with a huff.

Touché.

"You are a… human, yes?"

A curious tilt to Sugar's head, then, at The Batter's reticence. But the answer to his question comes easily enough.

"Si! I am. Zach and I are-- though I haven't seen her in a real long time." The boy straightens up and stands with his weight on one side, a warm smile on his face though his eyes have fallen shut. Out of close quarters they don't do too much.

"I don't get many friends coming over, these days! It gets a bit lonely, dancing with myself and napping all day. D'you wanna dance, Ducky?" Sugar does a little twirl, hand elevated above his head, to demonstrate the kind of dancing he means-- no bats or dollies.