HERE COME THE... GROOMS!
WHO: The newlyweds and the wedding guests.
WHEN: September 2nd, Thursday.
WHERE: Berwald's house.
WHAT: Peter and Raivis' wedding. What else.
( Because Carrie and Kuro are both sick out of their mind... this is the result. )
WHEN: September 2nd, Thursday.
WHERE: Berwald's house.
WHAT: Peter and Raivis' wedding. What else.
( Because Carrie and Kuro are both sick out of their mind... this is the result. )
Unfortunately, the nondescript suit he found would do quite perfectly, along with a bowler hat that would hopefully conceal him enough to stave off any scrutiny. On a whim, he almost considered raiding Dewi’s theatre trunk for an added touch; perhaps a mustache or a beard, but ultimately decided against it at the last moment, figuring such ridiculous tactics would betray him quicker than anything.
Before he thought better of it, he quickly changed into his garments of choice. Cautiously regarding himself in the mirror, he idly wondered if he really was going to go through with this. This completely mad, reckless scheme that had a high percentage of inciting a family quarrel of epic proportions.
In the end, after walking to the site and backtracking a couple times (even convincing himself a half a dozen times that he was better off going to a pub), he did go.
He didn’t dare go any closer than the back row, mindful of the camera in the other corner and paranoid that any closer and one of his siblings would recognise him and give him away. They really weren’t the most discreet lot, after all.
After ducking his head whenever someone he knew walked by and sincerely wishing every would just sit down already for God's sake, the ceremony finally started, a ceremony that was admittedly quite nice (he honestly couldn’t complain when Peter look so sincerely happy).
He half-considered attending the reception afterward, but decided he really ought to only stay long enough to drop off his gift. He didn’t want to tempt fate, after all. It was a godsend that he made it this long without being recognised in a public fashion.
His gift was...was, he had realised quite belatedly on the way to the site he didn’t have no present to speak of. And it really was in poor taste to attend a wedding without a gift...regardless of essentially being wedding crasher.
Thankfully, providence had smiled down upon him for once, as there was a travel agency he came across when he was walking to the ceremony. Without a second thought, he had quickly popped in and got two plane tickets for the couple to anywhere of their choosing. He didn’t know if they had a honeymoon planned already or not, but the tickets were good for a year, so they needn’t use them immediately.
It was the honestly best he could think of given such short notice and something he knew wouldn’t give him away. So with that in mind, he hastily made his way to the table of gifts and placed the tickets in a safe place. Without further ado, Arthur set out to make his escape, careful to take the path with the least amount of familiar faces.
When he was out of anyone’s sight, Arthur took a deep, liberating breath and took off the bowler hat, airing himself with it. With a smile tucked away in the corner of his mouth, he realised he felt lighter than before. Perhaps in part to the absolutely gorgeous weather he just noticed they were experiencing. It was, in his humble opinion, the perfect day to take a lovely stroll and enjoy the blessed sunshine without a bloody care in the world.
Letting out an amused huff at himself, he did just that.
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