WEDDING RECEPTION [4th wallers welcome to crash!]
Who: codename_fire, count_to_peace, curly_brow, and YOU!
What: A wedding reception, it was supposed to be private but - SIF TIMING!
When: Today, possibly a bit around/at the S.S. SIF moshpit mix starts.
Where: A local restaurant, small
Warnings: None so far, updated as it goes~
[A neat, quiet little place, tucked away into a smaller corner of the SS Thor that wasn't very expensive, the entire place dressed up with lower lights, and a far more romantically forgiving mood as music played gently in the background. Alcohol and the smell of impossibly delicious food came from the kitchen where curly_brow was expertly doing what he did best.]
[Noin herself was smiling despite trying not to and sitting at a simple, yet neatly done table with faint candles on a pristine tablecloth, the management out and offering their congratulations to her and the man she sat with, Zechs Merquise. Well, truly, Milliardo Peacecraft, but she wasn't going to share that with anyone else, especially if he didn't want to.]
[They soon left and the small crowd of customers already inside enjoyed the placidly warm environment, but most left the two of them alone. For all the rest, there was some sort of special thing going on, not..a wedding reception though the slightly artsy table that Noin and Zechs had been forced to sit at possibly hinted at something...]
[She touches his hand, a wine glass in her other hand.]
Think we can survive this?
What: A wedding reception, it was supposed to be private but - SIF TIMING!
When: Today, possibly a bit around/at the S.S. SIF moshpit mix starts.
Where: A local restaurant, small
Warnings: None so far, updated as it goes~
[A neat, quiet little place, tucked away into a smaller corner of the SS Thor that wasn't very expensive, the entire place dressed up with lower lights, and a far more romantically forgiving mood as music played gently in the background. Alcohol and the smell of impossibly delicious food came from the kitchen where curly_brow was expertly doing what he did best.]
[Noin herself was smiling despite trying not to and sitting at a simple, yet neatly done table with faint candles on a pristine tablecloth, the management out and offering their congratulations to her and the man she sat with, Zechs Merquise. Well, truly, Milliardo Peacecraft, but she wasn't going to share that with anyone else, especially if he didn't want to.]
[They soon left and the small crowd of customers already inside enjoyed the placidly warm environment, but most left the two of them alone. For all the rest, there was some sort of special thing going on, not..a wedding reception though the slightly artsy table that Noin and Zechs had been forced to sit at possibly hinted at something...]
[She touches his hand, a wine glass in her other hand.]
Think we can survive this?