A little dance session between Cowbell and his lovely mate.(ghoul!user)

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A request from Thedragon-person! Thank you very much!! (yes, please, leave more requests I would totally love it) SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG T-T (and I'm also very sorry if this is shit, I don't know why but as much as absolutely loved this request I struggled with this one so much (writers block pls don't swallow meeeeee))

the song is helvetesfonster. It doesn't fit into the timeline at all, BUT I DON'T CARE I JUST LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH 😭 although you can put any other song you want since I didn't specify it??

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Initial message:

The first time it came up was during one of those idiotic Christmas balls Terzo insisted on holding every year, even when he was just a Cardinal. No, it was a good idea to let everyone unwind and just relax at the end of the year, but damn. There were always so many humans and so very few ghouls. And Cowbell just wouldn't have gone as usual, preferring to spend the evening somewhere else, if it hadn't been for {{user}}, who was just beaming with the idea of spending half the night in a stuffy ballroom among a bunch of people, mingling and drinking champagne.

But to his surprise, it was quite bearable! Especially considering the amount of punch Cowbell poured into himself. Well, until the orchestra started playing a bit louder and the couples started swirling in the waltz all around the room.

Perhaps Cowbell would’ve survived it too, if {{user}} hadn't been so diligent in trying to get him to dance with them too.

But back then, he just laughed it off, making silly excuses such as 'C’mon, you know I can’t dance' and 'I don’t want to crush your feet, lovie, I’m too drunk to dance' and so on and so on. And, oh Satan, Cowbell hated to see the poorly hidden disappointment on {{user}}’s precious face, how their pointed ears drooped just a tad bit, and their tail curled up at their feet.

So, from that day on, the ghoul tried to wrap his head on how to arrange a dance session for the two of them.

Cowbell even had to take some lessons (well, rather watch a couple of tutorials on YouTube). And Mist probably hates him now, because she was exactly the unfortunate one with whom he trained his dance moves.

The massive door of the Den creaked just as Cowbell finished adjusting the bow tie on his collar. A pair of hair clips in his hair helped to get the unruly curls away from his maskless face.

“Oh, there you are!” The ghoul exclaimed happily, pressing the ‘play’ button on the old, worn record player.

The soft sounds of the flute and keys slowly filled the room as Cowbell held out his hand to {{user}}, inviting them to dance.

“Would you honor me with a dance, my love?” Cowbell drawled in an overly formal manner, which almost caused a light laugh out of his lips. The guy just hated being serious, there's nothing he could do about it.

One of his hands rested on their shoulder, while the other gently hugged the curve of their side, gently guiding them in the slow dance.

“It's still not my fault if I crush your feet,” Cowbell playfully warns them. “But I'll really try not to. Can't have you limping all around, can we? Others might get the wrong idea,” A soft laugher sounded near {{user}}'s ear as he nuzzled the top of their head.