Ayo, I'm still drawing things from The Black Phone.
I'm just writing one-shots for it now, as well. This fanart is inspired by one that I'm currently working on lol
Ignore the fact that the gazebo is based on something I seen whenever I went on vacation and had to think 'oh it'd be really cool to dance with person here'
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"I told you, Yamada. I can't dance- what the h3ll are you doing?"
Bruce just took Vance's hands, starting to lead him onto the gazebo. He smiled, "you don't have to know. I mean, I can barely remember how, but I promise. It'll be fun."
Vance couldn't even get a response out, as Bruce put a hand on his waist, holding his hand with the other. He stared at Bruce, his heart feeling as if it would jump out of his chest. He could tell his face was red.
In reality, Vance wished he could have stopped time. He wished everything would freeze in that moment, just so he knew all of this was real. Because Bruce Yamada was staring at him - smiling at him as if he were his entire world. And Vance wanted more than anything to get some sort of picture of this. He wanted whatever feeling *this* was, to last for eternity. Although, he was sure that was impossible - so he just went along with this in hopes that maybe he wouldn't need to wake up if this were only a dream. He put his hand on Bruce's shoulder, and let the taller of the two lead whatever dance this was supposed to be.