day sixteen - dancing
Okay, I'm going totally out of order trying to catch up. I'm posting two tonight, both of which aren't great, but whatever.
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dancing ( ~500)
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Erik's just dropping off Charles' lunch, left on the couch next to the scarf he decided not to wear at the last minute. It's a nice afternoon, though it was a bit chilly this morning, and the walk to the daycare is pleasant. Hopefully it will be enough to clear his head so he can look at his design with fresh eyes when he returns to the apartment and figure out why it isn't working the way it should be. A quick trip and he'll turn right back around and head home.
He's foolish enough to think that right up until the point when closes the door behind him and hears Jean Grey shout, "MR. ERIK MR. ERIK MR. ERIK IS VISITING US!"
He groans. There are entirely too many nosy telepaths in his life.
In the main room of the daycare, the children are gathered around Charles, but peering expectantly at the doorway. Erik rolls his eyes.
"I brought your lunch," he says, holding up Charles' lunchbox.
"Thank you, love," Charles says. "We were about to have storytime."
"Stay stay stay stay!" Jean says. She dashes across the room and wraps her arms around Erik's legs. "Stay, Mr. Erik!"
"Jean," Charles says, "we don't touch without asking first."
"Sorry," Jean says, and she takes a step back and looks up at Erik with big, pleading eyes, not dissimilar to Charles' big pleading eyes. "Please stay, Mr. Erik? Please stay?"
"Fine," Erik says with a sigh.
Charles grins at him, bright and pleased. It pleases Erik, too, and he quickly rolls his eyes before he's forced to forfeit his "long-suffering boyfriend" card.
"All right," Charles says, turning back to the children, "before we have our story, what do we have to do?"
"Shake the sillies out!" Scott says. Jean claps enthusiastically and skips over to him. The Drake boy is similarly enthused and the younger students turn their attention back to Charles and Moira.
Erik doesn't like the sound of this.
"That's right," Charles says. "Let's shake out our sillies!"
All at once, the children and Charles and Moira begin jumping up and down and wiggling in place, in some sort of uncoordinated group dance. Erik watches with slowly rising eyebrows.
"Mr. Charles!" Jean says. "Mr. Erik isn't shaking his sillies out!"
"Hold on," Moira says, "let me get my camera--" but Charles elbows her without missing a beat in the bizarre dance he's performing. It's ridiculous and he looks ridiculous, but Erik still has to struggle to hold back his smile.
You have to shake the sillies out, love, Charles tells him. It's a rule, you know.
I hate you, Erik replies.
You don't, Charles says. You think I'd oddly charming and you're embarrassed how cute you think this is and you'd rather like to kiss me.
You're insufferable, Erik says. I should leave.
You should come over here and wiggle with me, Charles says, and then he turns those big eyes on Erik. Erik swears under his breath in German and pushes past his inhibitions, the insistence that this is undignified and pointless, and joins the children in shaking their sillies out.
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the rest of the days:
1. Holding hands
2. Cuddling somewhere
3. Gaming/watching a movie
4. On a date
5. Kissing
6. Wearing each others’ clothes
7. Shopping
8. Hanging out with friends
9. Making out
10. Eating icecream
11. In a different clothing style
12. During their morning ritual(s)
13. Spooning
14. Doing something together
15. In formal wear
16. Dancing
17. Cooking/baking
18. In battle, side-by-side
19. Arguing
20. Making up afterwards
21. Getting married
22. On one of their birthdays
23. Doing something ridiculous
24. Doing something sweet
25. Doing something hot
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dancing ( ~500)
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Erik's just dropping off Charles' lunch, left on the couch next to the scarf he decided not to wear at the last minute. It's a nice afternoon, though it was a bit chilly this morning, and the walk to the daycare is pleasant. Hopefully it will be enough to clear his head so he can look at his design with fresh eyes when he returns to the apartment and figure out why it isn't working the way it should be. A quick trip and he'll turn right back around and head home.
He's foolish enough to think that right up until the point when closes the door behind him and hears Jean Grey shout, "MR. ERIK MR. ERIK MR. ERIK IS VISITING US!"
He groans. There are entirely too many nosy telepaths in his life.
In the main room of the daycare, the children are gathered around Charles, but peering expectantly at the doorway. Erik rolls his eyes.
"I brought your lunch," he says, holding up Charles' lunchbox.
"Thank you, love," Charles says. "We were about to have storytime."
"Stay stay stay stay!" Jean says. She dashes across the room and wraps her arms around Erik's legs. "Stay, Mr. Erik!"
"Jean," Charles says, "we don't touch without asking first."
"Sorry," Jean says, and she takes a step back and looks up at Erik with big, pleading eyes, not dissimilar to Charles' big pleading eyes. "Please stay, Mr. Erik? Please stay?"
"Fine," Erik says with a sigh.
Charles grins at him, bright and pleased. It pleases Erik, too, and he quickly rolls his eyes before he's forced to forfeit his "long-suffering boyfriend" card.
"All right," Charles says, turning back to the children, "before we have our story, what do we have to do?"
"Shake the sillies out!" Scott says. Jean claps enthusiastically and skips over to him. The Drake boy is similarly enthused and the younger students turn their attention back to Charles and Moira.
Erik doesn't like the sound of this.
"That's right," Charles says. "Let's shake out our sillies!"
All at once, the children and Charles and Moira begin jumping up and down and wiggling in place, in some sort of uncoordinated group dance. Erik watches with slowly rising eyebrows.
"Mr. Charles!" Jean says. "Mr. Erik isn't shaking his sillies out!"
"Hold on," Moira says, "let me get my camera--" but Charles elbows her without missing a beat in the bizarre dance he's performing. It's ridiculous and he looks ridiculous, but Erik still has to struggle to hold back his smile.
You have to shake the sillies out, love, Charles tells him. It's a rule, you know.
I hate you, Erik replies.
You don't, Charles says. You think I'd oddly charming and you're embarrassed how cute you think this is and you'd rather like to kiss me.
You're insufferable, Erik says. I should leave.
You should come over here and wiggle with me, Charles says, and then he turns those big eyes on Erik. Erik swears under his breath in German and pushes past his inhibitions, the insistence that this is undignified and pointless, and joins the children in shaking their sillies out.
*
the rest of the days:
1. Holding hands
2. Cuddling somewhere
3. Gaming/watching a movie
4. On a date
5. Kissing
6. Wearing each others’ clothes
7. Shopping
8. Hanging out with friends
9. Making out
10. Eating icecream
11. In a different clothing style
12. During their morning ritual(s)
13. Spooning
14. Doing something together
15. In formal wear
16. Dancing
17. Cooking/baking
18. In battle, side-by-side
19. Arguing
20. Making up afterwards
21. Getting married
22. On one of their birthdays
23. Doing something ridiculous
24. Doing something sweet
25. Doing something hot