How Green Becomes Wood

"That's the other tragedy, I want to dance with both of them," Daizi explained, "but I need to choose!"

"Scrunched?" Dark asked, thinking about it, "If I am just walking around outside, no, I do not feel scrunched then. But on public transit and planes, in some restaurants where you cannot move the table at all, in these sorts of tents, in a hotel bathroom... I usually need to be in spaces through my day which I am larger than."
 
"I guess you could try dancing with both at the same time, but I don't know how that would work," Alec laughed.

Maybe try not slouching. Xander texted Milo. He took a picture of the people dancing for Milo. "Mama and Alec are coming in," he reported to his father.
 
"I guess if we both kneeled down and held hands in a circle it would work," Daizi suggested.

"I see them," Dark replied, twirling Ivy one last time and hugging her before he stood and stretched out nearly every vertebrae and walking towards them so Ivy could run up to them. "You looked like you were having fun."

"We were," Daizi answered, bending down to give Ivy a big hug, "Ivy, were you dancing with Baba?! How special!"
 
"That does not surprise me," Daizi replied, kissing the top of her baby's head, "You are the cutest girl in the world, sweet miss Ivy-Qadira."

"She must be," Dark replied, helping Daizi upright, "She is your daughter."

"Even I have to agree that's cheesy," She teased, holding his hand. "Dance with me, Goose?"
 
"Of course," Dark replied, handing Ivy's leash over. After they both told Ivy they were just going to be over there, they went off hand-in-hand like two lovesick kids, falling easily into each other's arms.

Ivy, meanwhile, watched them go off together in shock and then turned wide-eyed to her brothers, amazed her parents had walked away from her.
 
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