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[faithful_slayer]

Faith is dressed, made up, and primped, her hair arranged in a crown of dark curls and red roses which she's almost sure involved telekinesis to arrange

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[bohemian_mark]

There's a knock on the door. Probably more timid than is necessary in the situation.

[faithful_slayer]

"If you're Max or a groomsman you can't come in," Faith says, cheerfully.

[bohemian_mark]

"I'm neither. Just the cameraman." Mark's a bit nervous as he calls through the door. "I am male, however, so, uh, if you're not dressed, I probably should wait."

[faithful_slayer]

"Mark!"

Faith gets up and goes to the door, opening it gleefully.

She's dressed. Oh boy, is she ever dressed.

[bohemian_mark]

The mun is rather sad that she doesn't have a screencap of the expression on Mark's face right now. However, think the entrance of Angel to the Loft. It's something like that.

He almist drops his camera as he gapes at Faith. "Holy crap, Faith. You look wonderful." It's probably also worth mentioning that he's blue. With purple hair.

[faithful_slayer]

Faith blinks, and then beams. "Thanks! You look good too! The Smurf thing suits you."

She hugs him, cheerfully.

"Thanks for coming."

[bohemian_mark]

"Hey, I wouldn't be anywhere else." Mark beams and hugs Faith back. "I have to say, though. I'm glad Roger's not here. I wouldn't hear the end of it that I was blue. He'd change from Musetta's Waltz to the Smurf theme to annoy me."

[faithful_slayer]

Faith laughs.

"You don't really look like a Smurf, though. Way too tall. And cute, too."

[bohemian_mark]

For a moment, there is a typical stutter from Mark before he can find the right words. "That wouldn't stop Roger." He pauses, fiddling with his camera. "And, cute and me are -never- in the same sentance with him." Sure, blame the problems of the universe on Roger.

He takes a step back, however, and lifts the camera. "Would you mind if I got a couple shots of just you in that dress?"

[faithful_slayer]

"That's 'cause he's silly."

Faith grins, striking a pose. "You might not have noticed this, Mark, but I'm actually not shy."

[bohemian_mark]

It is rather a thing with Mark that none of the women anywhere close to him are shy. Perhaps that says something about him. It probably says more about his choice of friends.

Stepping back again, he pulls up the camera, framing a shot for a moment.
Are you ready? Hold that focus steady...
And here we have, dear viewers, the soon-to-be Queen of Antar, Lady Faith, or as those around here call her, Fainothi. Do you have any comments in your last moments of single life, milady?

[faithful_slayer]

"Just that you're the studliest camera guy I ever saw in my life," Faith says, cheerfully. "And where were you when I was single, anyway?"

[bohemian_mark]

... Ok. Perhaps that bit of soundtrack won't make the final cut. Mark is rather bright purple at the moment, as blushing with blue skin rather does create that effect.

Finally finding his voice, Mark turns off the camera, flailing. "Uh. Probably in New York. Or, er, hiding in plants. Or, er, something." He shrugs.

[faithful_slayer]

"Shucks. Missed my chance." Faith snaps her fingers, feigning disappointment, and then grins. "Ah well. Things turn out for the best."

[bohemian_mark]

"They do." Most of the time. But Mark's not really going to get into -that- philosophical discussion right now. Leave the philosophy to Collins. He's better at it.

Mark does grin, however. "And besides. Why settle for being stuck in Alphabet City when you can be the queen of a planet. I think you'll be a lovely queen, Faith. Really."

[faithful_slayer]

Faith purples, a bit.

"Thanks. I hope so. I really do."

It's the only part she's at all nervous about.