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“So I’ve been thinking.”
“That’s dangerous.”
“Hilarious.” Ric grunted his response, twisting around to look over his shoulder at Mark and wait for him to give further instructions. “Funny enough to make me wonder why I’m marrying you too.”
“My good looks, charm, wit, dazzling smile, style and humour are but a few reasons.” Holding out another piece to the playhouse Mark turned the instructions around for the... well Ric had lost count how many times since they’d started to assemble the playhouse for Lucia in the back yard. Perhaps this hadn’t been his smartest idea to date.
“Uhuh. Pass me the blue screws... no the blue screws.” The packet bounced off of the side of Ric’s head. “Thanks.”
“So you’ve been thinking?”
“Yeah. Hang on,” The door finally clicked into place and Ric grinned brightly, apparently this was meant to be one of those easy assemble playhouses. So far it had been anything but easy but at least now it resembled a hut with four walls and a door. “We should elope.”
There was silence at first and then.“Right.”
“And?”
“That’s not gonna happen.”
“Why?”
“Because your Mother would bludgeon you to death with that Wedding book of hers an' Ophelia’s and to be honest I’m just too pretty to be a mourning widower. Anyway I’ve checked. We have the wedding. No eloping.”
“Oh.” Julio had known that Mark was more than likely to be able to go forward and see their wedding but he wasn’t sure if he should be happy that his fiancée wanted to make sure everything went ahead or worried that Mark might not trust him. Ric opted to believe the former. “What colour scheme do we choose?”
“If I tell you it’d spoil the surprise of you choosing.”
A sigh of frustration is just an indication of how stressed Ric is getting over this whole wedding fiasco. They’ve got a date and location sorted but everything else still needs to be arranged and Ric is quickly learning that planning a wedding is nowhere near as easy as he had first thought; despite having the ability to throw as much money at it as he likes. Which the way things are going is pretty much how the budget has been determined. Throw money at the problem till it goes away! “If you don’t tell me Mama is gonna tan my hide for not picking something by the deadline.”
“Something I’m looking forward to watching.”
“Asshole.”
“Fucktard.”
“Wanker.”
“You use your mouth far better than your hands if I’m honest.” There’s a cheeky leer from Mark as Julio is knelt on the floor trying to get the walls of the playhouse to attach onto the base.
“I’m not going to be using anything at this rate.” There’s silence for a moment, Ric wonders if maybe he would have been better off trying to build this thing alone and then he remembers why he has made sure Mark isn’t left alone in the house. The kitchen is still recovering from his attempts to bake a giant cookie in the oven. And then just as he gets lost in the memory of what they’d done with all the left over cookie mix the Wedding Book lands rather close to Ric’s fingers with a heavy thud. He glares over his shoulder at Mark who promptly sits down on the grass next to him, one hand reaching out to slide across the sweat slicked skin of Ric’s neck as Mark flicks through the book.
“There happy?” He shoves it across to Julio, fingers now tugging gently at the hairs at the base of Ric’s neck. In the centre of the page is the colour swatches booklet and Mark has turned it to a chocolate brown and a soft green colour. Actually they look pretty amazing together.
“Why those colours? Not that I’m complaining just curious.” He leans back into the touch, thinking about how the colours could work into their wedding nicely.
“Our eye colours, as would have been suggested to your mother after she threatens to do the whole event in pink. Ophelia and Lucia are rather disappointed when we don’t go for that idea so let’s save the sulking.” There’s a soft smile through from Mark as Julio tilts his head to look at his fiancée properly. “Oh! And whilst we’re at it, I want cupcakes not a wedding cake.”
“I’d already figured that from the number of cupcake pictures that have been cut out and haphazardly stuck around the house.” Ric had found one just this morning actually, stuck to the inside of his coffee mug. Well actually he’d found it after he’d started to drink his coffee and then wondered why there were bits of sludgy paper floating around his mouth. Yeah. Not a great start to the day.
“Just making sure we’re on the same page guapo.”
“So first song? Music for the ceremony? Any more helpful hints or inputs?”
“That’s all your call Julio, I trust your choices. Just don’t pick anything too... inappropriate.”
Ric thought back to Mark’s last birthday and the fact he’d dressed up as a stripper and jumped out the cake, scaring Ophelia enough into hitting both the boys with an emotional blackout. Ric had promptly fallen out the cake and given himself concussion on the corner of the table. Covered in frosting and dressed as a Chippendale was how he’d woken up in hospital with a rather sheepish Ophelia and a tipsy Mark who Ric had been plying with alcohol for quite some time. “You gonna promise not to peek anymore? Go checking up on my plans and seeing what we’re doing for the wedding or even our vows because that’s technically cheating.”
“Pinkie promise I’ll try my hardest. Now it says here Pole A slots into Hole B... now where have I heard that before?”
“Just pass me the screwdriver Loco.”
((OOC: So I've been trying to write the wedding ficlet/drabble piece for a while now and everything I've written I've ended up scrapping. So I'm taking a whole new approach to it and doing it in shorter bursts. Let's just see how this goes okay?))
“That’s dangerous.”
“Hilarious.” Ric grunted his response, twisting around to look over his shoulder at Mark and wait for him to give further instructions. “Funny enough to make me wonder why I’m marrying you too.”
“My good looks, charm, wit, dazzling smile, style and humour are but a few reasons.” Holding out another piece to the playhouse Mark turned the instructions around for the... well Ric had lost count how many times since they’d started to assemble the playhouse for Lucia in the back yard. Perhaps this hadn’t been his smartest idea to date.
“Uhuh. Pass me the blue screws... no the blue screws.” The packet bounced off of the side of Ric’s head. “Thanks.”
“So you’ve been thinking?”
“Yeah. Hang on,” The door finally clicked into place and Ric grinned brightly, apparently this was meant to be one of those easy assemble playhouses. So far it had been anything but easy but at least now it resembled a hut with four walls and a door. “We should elope.”
There was silence at first and then.“Right.”
“And?”
“That’s not gonna happen.”
“Why?”
“Because your Mother would bludgeon you to death with that Wedding book of hers an' Ophelia’s and to be honest I’m just too pretty to be a mourning widower. Anyway I’ve checked. We have the wedding. No eloping.”
“Oh.” Julio had known that Mark was more than likely to be able to go forward and see their wedding but he wasn’t sure if he should be happy that his fiancée wanted to make sure everything went ahead or worried that Mark might not trust him. Ric opted to believe the former. “What colour scheme do we choose?”
“If I tell you it’d spoil the surprise of you choosing.”
A sigh of frustration is just an indication of how stressed Ric is getting over this whole wedding fiasco. They’ve got a date and location sorted but everything else still needs to be arranged and Ric is quickly learning that planning a wedding is nowhere near as easy as he had first thought; despite having the ability to throw as much money at it as he likes. Which the way things are going is pretty much how the budget has been determined. Throw money at the problem till it goes away! “If you don’t tell me Mama is gonna tan my hide for not picking something by the deadline.”
“Something I’m looking forward to watching.”
“Asshole.”
“Fucktard.”
“Wanker.”
“You use your mouth far better than your hands if I’m honest.” There’s a cheeky leer from Mark as Julio is knelt on the floor trying to get the walls of the playhouse to attach onto the base.
“I’m not going to be using anything at this rate.” There’s silence for a moment, Ric wonders if maybe he would have been better off trying to build this thing alone and then he remembers why he has made sure Mark isn’t left alone in the house. The kitchen is still recovering from his attempts to bake a giant cookie in the oven. And then just as he gets lost in the memory of what they’d done with all the left over cookie mix the Wedding Book lands rather close to Ric’s fingers with a heavy thud. He glares over his shoulder at Mark who promptly sits down on the grass next to him, one hand reaching out to slide across the sweat slicked skin of Ric’s neck as Mark flicks through the book.
“There happy?” He shoves it across to Julio, fingers now tugging gently at the hairs at the base of Ric’s neck. In the centre of the page is the colour swatches booklet and Mark has turned it to a chocolate brown and a soft green colour. Actually they look pretty amazing together.
“Why those colours? Not that I’m complaining just curious.” He leans back into the touch, thinking about how the colours could work into their wedding nicely.
“Our eye colours, as would have been suggested to your mother after she threatens to do the whole event in pink. Ophelia and Lucia are rather disappointed when we don’t go for that idea so let’s save the sulking.” There’s a soft smile through from Mark as Julio tilts his head to look at his fiancée properly. “Oh! And whilst we’re at it, I want cupcakes not a wedding cake.”
“I’d already figured that from the number of cupcake pictures that have been cut out and haphazardly stuck around the house.” Ric had found one just this morning actually, stuck to the inside of his coffee mug. Well actually he’d found it after he’d started to drink his coffee and then wondered why there were bits of sludgy paper floating around his mouth. Yeah. Not a great start to the day.
“Just making sure we’re on the same page guapo.”
“So first song? Music for the ceremony? Any more helpful hints or inputs?”
“That’s all your call Julio, I trust your choices. Just don’t pick anything too... inappropriate.”
Ric thought back to Mark’s last birthday and the fact he’d dressed up as a stripper and jumped out the cake, scaring Ophelia enough into hitting both the boys with an emotional blackout. Ric had promptly fallen out the cake and given himself concussion on the corner of the table. Covered in frosting and dressed as a Chippendale was how he’d woken up in hospital with a rather sheepish Ophelia and a tipsy Mark who Ric had been plying with alcohol for quite some time. “You gonna promise not to peek anymore? Go checking up on my plans and seeing what we’re doing for the wedding or even our vows because that’s technically cheating.”
“Pinkie promise I’ll try my hardest. Now it says here Pole A slots into Hole B... now where have I heard that before?”
“Just pass me the screwdriver Loco.”
((OOC: So I've been trying to write the wedding ficlet/drabble piece for a while now and everything I've written I've ended up scrapping. So I'm taking a whole new approach to it and doing it in shorter bursts. Let's just see how this goes okay?))