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"It's too bad I had to miss the last party," Ritsuka says. "I would've liked to dance with you."
"You would have been disappointed. I don't dance," Avicebron replies. "Not even with you, Master."
Ritsuka gives him a considering look, then stands up. He lifts up the chair Avicebron is sitting on with relative ease; Avicebron is light, and Ritsuka is more muscular than he looks.
Despite knowing that he has no real risk of being harmed if Ritsuka drops him, Avicebron still clings to the back of the chair. "What are you doing?"
"There's a Jewish dance where you lift someone up in a chair, right?" Ritsuka asks, smiling brightly up at him. "I was looking up videos. If it's just sitting in a chair, you can do that one, right?"
A part of Avicebron appreciates that Ritsuka looks up this sort of thing. The rest of him is deeply embarrassed. "-Specifically, it's a tradition at wedding dances to lift the bride and groom in chairs."
"Oh!" Red-faced, Ritsuka sets the chair back down on the floor. "Never mind then. -If that happens, I'd rather not be the one lifting you..."
Avicebron's brain helpfully fills in 'because he'd rather be in the other chair', and he's tremendously grateful that Ritsuka can't tell that he's blushing, too.