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Abestache - Roller Skating

I’m still fairly new to Abestache, but I want to try and do this ship justice with some fluff. Sometimes, the most unexpected surprises are found when on a roller skating date with Wilford Motherloving Warfstache.

Word Count: 973

“Ah… Yes, that’s it! C’mon, sugar. Show me what y’ve got!”

“Can you please phrase this in a less ‘mature’ way??” Abe’s counter was complete with a crack in his voice and a flush on his cheeks. The outburst was rewarded with Wilford’s mischievous giggle

“Sorry, couldn’t help it. Yer doin’ great so far, really! I thought ya would’ve fallen over by now!”

The Moonlight Roller, Wilford’s pride and joy, consisted of a casual nightclub upstairs, and a roller rink on the ground floor. The venue was actually closed for a lunch break, which was a perfect time for Wilford to teach Abe how to skate. Both of his hands held the detective’s to both help Abe keep balance and reduce the trembling. Even with the bright green helmet and protective gear, Abe was still nervous.

“Ya look like a man who has never felt th’ freedom of rollin’ free before.”

“That’s because I haven’t! I -” A wobble cut Abe off, “- I like my car for that.” A fruitless argument, he only realised as he noticed the way Wilford’s grin grew wider.

“This is like yer car. Except waaay smaller. C’mon, lower yerself a little more, like yer doin’ a squat. Y’ll wibble a little less if ya lower yer centre of gravity.”

The pair rolled slowly around the rink, Wilford giving words of encouragement all the way. Whenever Abe felt as though he was going to fall, he felt himself being pulled in the opposite direction to help regain his balance. All the while, Wilford’s eyes never left him, looking at the detective like he was the most valuable thing in this entire building.

And, to Wilford, maybe he was.

“Hey, Wilford? You think you could show me how this is supposed to look when you can actually skate?” After a full, incredibly slow lap of the rink, Abe leaned against the barrier for a well-needed break. “I heard some of the staff earlier say you’re quite good at skating.”

“It’s like dancin’ fer me. Doesn’t mean I haven’t gotten my fair share of bumps an’ bruisin’. Can’t learn without a few mistakes, eh?” Wilford pushed off the barrier and let the motion roll him backward to the middle of the rink. “So! What are ya thinkin’? Somethin’ funky? Ya like jaazzz?” Wilford playfully shimmied with a waggle of his eyebrows.

“Hey, come on,” Abe snorted while sidling toward a gap in the barrier that he could leave the rink through. “What I heard was them saying something about hearing classical music when they knew you were the only one in here, but when they entered, you were sitting drinking a soda. What was that about?”

Wilford smiled fondly. Ah, Abe. Ever the curious detective, even when he was on a date. He could play the fool to others, but not to his beloved. Guess the surprise was ruined. “I’m still skatin’. I’ve been tryin’ somethin’ special. Somethin’ a little fancier.” Once Abe was successfully back on normal ground, Wilford snapped his fingers. Somehow, somewhere, music sputtered to life. Unlike the regular choice of upbeat disco, this was a more grounded classical piece. He moved a few paces to gain some momentum, and off he went.

Abe was no expert when it came to roller skating. He knew about ‘gliding’, jumping, and balancing on one leg, but Wilford was blowing all that out of the water. In fact, it was as though he was figure skating on the ice. The movements were fluid and effortless, despite the difficulty of the heavy skates. He even managed to land a double axel jump, and successfully performed a camel spin that lasted for over ten seconds.

All the while, Abe watched with a slack jaw while slumped over the barrier, utterly mesmerised by what he could only call ‘magic’. He knew Wilford could dance well when he wanted to. He also knew Wilford was good at roller skating. Never had he expected the two to combine to an art form Abe had never heard of until now. Suddenly, all he wanted to do was watch Wilford glide around the rink and show off. Wilford’s body confidence never failed to bowl Abe over, and it was little wonder that he was a flustered, dazed mess by the time Wilford finished a short routine and rolled over. No wonder he was in love.

“Cat got yer tongue?” Wilford crouched down so he could match Abe’s level and peck him on the nose.

“You looked beautiful out there,” Abe cooed, blinking several times to make himself regain the ability to think. “Like a swan out on the water. It looked so perfect.”

“I’ve had a lotta time ta practice. Swans only look so pretty ‘cause they paddle real hard underneath. I was hopin’ ta surprise ya with it when I had th’ full dance ready -”

“You don’t need to do that for me.”

“But I do! Ya make me wanna - ya make me wanna try new things. Be adventurous! I wanna slow dance with ya on th’ rink one day, but I also wanna follow ya ta that book fair ya wanna go ta.”

That, finally, helped snapped Abe out of his lovey-dovey haze. “I thought you didn’t want to go.”

Wilford shrugged. “I do now. I wanna look like th’ way ya did when ya talk ‘bout what ya love outside yer work. If it’s something you love, then it’s gonna be somethin’ very special, if ya ask me. C’mon, I’m parched. Let’s get some milkshakes before ya head back ta th’ office.”

Even if the conversation was quickly diverted, Abe rested his head against Wilford’s shoulder as they walked out of the building. It was enough to confirm that whatever this budding relationship was, it was somehow working. Maybe this time it would be something special.

#writersofmark #abestache #wilford motherloving warfstache #abe the detective #*drops and flees* don't judge meeee #I'm still not used to writing aaaabe #so I don't know what this ended up to be but it's still kinda cute!!#(read-more is for tidiness! :D )

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