She honestly had no idea. Whether he wasn’t exactly six, or whatever. He was still pretty damn adorable. “I am princess tutu!” Though, for some reason, she still has a bad habit of dawning on this persona.
Tutu. Tutu. Tutu. Right… Okay. Well, she looked like a ballerina anyway. Suppose it might have been a nickname or something. He gently took the other’s hand. That’s what you do for a dance, right?

“Alright, princess Tutu” he murmured, “Let’s dance.”















