10 | wedding

[alephbet]

Characters: Aleph, April Sinclair, and those invited to their wedding.
Setting: Floor 99, the crystal caves
Format: Actionspam
Summary: Aleph and April are getting married. No, they don't care that they're doing it in a horrortower in a Jason month - this is still a celebration.
Warnings: Nothing is likely to come up.

[Two demons guarded the entrance of the crystal caverns: the signs that they were 'dressed up' were the handmade flower crowns that adorned their heads. Upon meeting a guest to the party, one would usher them inside, where a small collection of folding chairs was set out with the requisite aisle in between them.

Other than that, it seemed very simply set up. Aleph and April needed a little time to get ready, so until then, guests would have the opportunity to mingle.]

Comments

[fionnuisce]

I suppose you're just stuck no matter what. How awful.

[oathshackledbird]

Indeed. How awful.

[Diarmuid chuckles before quickly moving the rose Waver had given him from his pocket to his friend's hair. He then steps back and gives Waver an appraising and amused look.]

Eh...yellow really isn't you. I suppose if I want that to look right, I need to find a green rose...

[fionnuisce]

...

[Frowning in mock disapproval, Waver took the flower out of his hair and put it in Diarmuid's instead.]

There. Much better.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid laughs, patting the flower gently, but not removing it from his hair.]

Does it match my eyes? Is that it?

[fionnuisce]

Yes, and it suits you far better than me.

[oathshackledbird]

Well, in that case I suppose it can stay. Just so long as I'm not going to look prettier than the bride. I think that is one good way to get yourself kicked out of a wedding...

[fionnuisce]

Oh, well I guess I can't come after all. I'm bound to get kicked out right after you.

[oathshackledbird]

What? For being prettier than the bride?

[fionnuisce]

Are we sure I'm not?

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid laughs.]

No insult meant, my friend, but I think the thing you need to worry about is being more handsome than the groom. Though, I expect that will get you kicked out of a wedding just as fast as being prettier than the bride would.

[fionnuisce]

Oh, you're just no fun at all. Or my sense of humor's still critically flawed.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid raises an amused eyebrow at Waver.]

Well, I am the responsible one after all. Would you rather be compared to the bride? If so, my apologies. I will remember that in the future.

[fionnuisce]

...well, clearly someone's sense of humor here needs work.

[oathshackledbird]

[A confused look crosses Diarmuid's face.]

Did...I miss something again?

[fionnuisce]

Nothing at all. Maybe it's mine that's lacking after all.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid smiles and reaches out to tap Waver on the nose.]

I think we agreed a while back we both need to work on the sense of humor thing. Try not to worry about it so much.