Tanjiro Dad Dance 소설 & 이야기

He holds my face between his palms before taking my lips in a toe-curling kiss. "What's that for?" I ask after the kiss ended. "Just felt like tasting your sweet lips." He replies with a smirk making me giggle. "Can I have this dance with you, beautiful lady?" Dad asks standing in front of us. "She is all yours." Giovanni answers while I put my hand in Dad's outstretched hand. The DJ plays the song 'Daughter' by Loudon Wainwright III in which Dad and I perform the 'Father-Daughter' dance. After the performance, everyone join us on the dance floor to dance their heart out.

My father grinned at me, shaking his head. "I swear that woman would be late to her own funeral." He stood up, carrying his plate to the sink. "You cool to scrape and load if I clear and wipe?" "Sure." That was our normal mode; any time I could stand still to do something, it worked out better for everyone. We handled the dishes in comfortable silence, until I couldn't take it anymore. "Dad, can I ask you something?" "Ah, are you finally going to break down and ask me to teach you my killer dance moves?" He executed a spin in the middle of the kitchen floor, complete with jazz hands. It was the kind of stuff that cracked my mom up, and I just shook my head, sighing.

He laughed, "No comment." "Puh-lease, you loved Kick Bottowski." "He's awesome." "I know." I chuckled, "I KNOW!" "Oh look! It's Mr. Bean!" I gasped, "They're still showing it?" "I think so..." He laughed. "Tan tan dadadat tan tadatdat tadan tan tadadan tan tadan." I sang with the theme song and did a little dance. "Tan tan dadadat tsn tadadat tadadadat tatatat tantatan!"

Amidst the flickering candlelight, Mom and Dad shared tender glances that spoke volumes of their enduring love, reminiscent of my own dear parents. "Dance with me, my love?" Dad's voice, filled with affection, cut through the melodic notes floating in the air. Mom's reply was swift yet gentle, redirecting his attention towards me. Despite my initial hesitation, Dad's outstretched hand beckoned me, and with a shy smile, I placed mine in his. As we swayed to the rhythm of the music, Dad's steps faltered, prompting laughter to dance in his eyes. With playful encouragement, I guided him through the intricate motions, turning our missteps into a symphony of joy. It was fun, we both were laughing.

“The one you told me about, that you saw in the videos of them. That Blank taught aunt Mellow on one of their ball dates.” Dad said he watched the videos, and the dances were ethereal. But now he doesn’t seem to like the idea, at least his shoulders that suddenly fall defeated say so. “Is there a reason you keep doing this to me, Nectar?” he asks jokingly. The hall falls into laughter before aunt Mellow interrupts it. “I’ll guide you,” she tells dad. “If Mellow guides your dad and your Blank guides you, who guides us?” Mom asks, referring to she and Beavan.

“You? Tango at the wedding? With who, dad?” “Of course, who else would I tango with? We started taking classes last month. I want it to be just like in True Lies when Arnie dances with Jamie Lee Curtis at the end, that was hot.” I shake my head. “Hot? Unbelievable.” “Got to keep the spark alive. Plus, your father is surprisingly light on his feet, so far, he’s only stepped on my toes once. How’s things with you and John?” "I don't know..."

I barely tasted mine, it's nice, but not like I could really enjoy how nice it is as I currently am. Jax was chewing his very slowly. His leg shifted under the table and his knee touched mine. I couldn't tell if it was deliberate or accidental. The contact felt wrong and unnecessary, I moved my legs immediately. "Coffee?" a waiter asked, and everyone accepted, except Dad. He checked his watch. "Dancing starts soon." Mom's face lit up immediately. "Oh good! I love this part." She turned to me. "Will you dance with your old man?" "I'm not even old yet." Dad said, looking at me like I was the one that called him old.

The song ended and Uncle Russ took over dancing with me, I couldn’t stop my laughter as he was a terrible dancer, “I took lessons for you to step on my toes?” He laughed, “ah, but princess, wait till they switch up and play some hard rock, then I’ll show you who can dance.” Dad was next, and for some reason it felt like more than just a dance with him, he held me tightly as if he’d let go, he’d never have the chance again. I guess I can relate to it and maybe it’s just how we both feel, since we lost so much time together. I’m not angry with either of them over it, just saddened that neither of us will get it back, it’s gone and all we have now is the rest of our lives to make memories wit

I saw Dad stand up and approach Mom. "Can we dance?" he asked as he held out his hands to Mom who was smiling. "Of course darling!" Mom replied and accepted Dad's hand. I was cringed at them and just look in the other direction. I want to go home now, I better read some books. I was just watching Dad and Mom dancing happily in the middle of the dance floor. Dad was holding Mom's waist, and Mom's arms were tied around Dad's neck. They were just happy and I smiled a little, I was happy to see them in that situation, I could see how much they loved each other.

No… he would have just had someone else do it. “I’m a little tired,” I said. “We might not stay for all that long.” “Just long enough to make your mom happy.” Dad patted my arm, then walked away from me. I didn’t move for a few long seconds. Mordechai took my hand, tugging me closer to the dance floor. I didn’t know why, since he didn’t want to dance. “I’m very tense,” I stated. “I can tell,” Mordechai responded. “If you don’t want me to get stupid drunk, then you have to entertain me by answering the questions I have.”