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Because they FLAP. 

Because ALL boots should’ve had them to begin with. 

Because they’re downright fun, no matter what anyone else says. 

Because they add that perfect extra touch to just about any outfit, be it gothic, steampunk, cosplay, or anything else. 

Because BOOTWINGS. That should be explanation enough right there. 

Should you get your own set? ABSOLUTELY YES- Go right here to do so! 

(Really, though, I was so happy to get an opportunity to work with model/photographer archaical on these- she brings such a great sense of fun and whimsy to a lot of her work, and it’s wonderful to see on these.) 

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Miles smiled at the boy. “Breath. I dont bite.” He chuckled. “So eleven years. Thats a lot of experience. But before we get into all of that, do you actually want a job here?”

Drake shyly nodded, “It would be my first choice.”

"Okay. And if you could do any job here, what would do?" He tilted his head.

Drake thought, “If I could choose any job it would be an instructor…”

"Okay." He nodded. "Of ballroom dancing? Or did you have something else in mind?" Miles tilted his head causing his bangs to brush over his eyes.

"Of whatever I was needed for. Though I was always best at Rumba, Samba, and Viennese Waltz." He seemed to feel more comfortable the moment he mentioned the dance styles.

"So a lot of hip movements or just shuffling your feet and spinning in circles?" Trouble said coming up behind them. She had assumed the proper posture of the waltz and turned in circles as she made her way to the box of costumes.

Miles smirked. “You barely made it ten minutes.”

Trouble sneered slightly. “Your receptionist doesn’t understand that my personal life doesn’t involve her.” She picked up her costume. “Will my hair be up or down?”

Miles thought. “Best have it up for this.”
With that he watched the female disappear into the dressing room.

Drake frowned slightly at her description of the Viennese Waltz and hoped she was only joking. 

"Any who." Miles rolled his eyes. "What about teaching samba and the Viennese Waltz?"

"I can do that…I taught my sister for several years and a few of her friends…" he said it quietly, as though that was a delicate memory he didn’t wish to elaborate on.

"Okay…. What days would be best for you?"

"Any day after school and Saturdays."

"Mmmm i wont work you every day… Lets try Tuesdays Thursdays and every other saturday to start with and then go from there… Lets say…. 5 to 7?"