Here comes the bride....
Who: WHOEVER SIGNED UP FOR THIS PLOT
What: MAARRIIIAGGEEEEE
When: NOW
Where: IN THEIR APARTMENTS
Warnings: IDK. STUFF.
( You've arrive at the apartment and a note on the door says ' please put on your bracelet in order to proceed'. You slip it on and enter the apartment to see what you've won and... )
What: MAARRIIIAGGEEEEE
When: NOW
Where: IN THEIR APARTMENTS
Warnings: IDK. STUFF.
( You've arrive at the apartment and a note on the door says ' please put on your bracelet in order to proceed'. You slip it on and enter the apartment to see what you've won and... )
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[He stares at his own wrist in horror, then glances back up to the heart. The bottle drops right out of his hand and spills on the floor, but he doesn't even spare it a glance.]
But wha-how? Is that even legal? I'm still in high school!
[Then, with a guilty glance, he decides he probably shouldn't lie to the little wife?]
Or I was until I stopped going, anyway.
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This can't be legal. This can't be legally binding.
[NOPE. NOPE.]
This is probably just some.... trial type thing. Unless we've signed something, I don't think it can be real.
[tugs at the bracelet, but it won't come off]
Ehhh....
.... I guess we're married, for now.
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[He puts his face in his hands and mumbles something, miserably.]
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[Like this is even her fault]
[She didn't quite catch that last part though...]
Ah, what?
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You can't tell anyone, okay!
[Yeah, he really thinks there might be people who don't know already.]
...I've never. Um. Done that. Before.
[Ulp.]
I-I hope you're not disappointed.
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Eh? I'm sure it'll be fine.
[Rubs the back of her neck a bit. It can't be for too long, right?]
Don't worry.
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[Still mumbled from in his hands. But he drops them and clears his throat. Okay, he's a man now. He has to be an adult about this. It's up to him now.]
Um, well. Um. This is...
[Damn it!]
What should we do?
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... I could make lunch or something.
[she's hungry]
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Okay, sure. I guess we'll think better once we've eaten anyway, right?
[He goes to move and steps in a sticky puddle of soda. Oh, right.]
I should probably clean this up.
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Here you go. We'll clean it with soap once it's up, so the floor isn't sticky.
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[He drops some paper towels in the puddle and watches the liquid sop up into them. Cool...]
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[begins opening the fridge and checking it out -- welp, looks like it's well stocked, at the very least.]
Do you like porkchops?
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[For lunch? Well...if she's going to make it, the least he can do is eat it without complaints.]
Uh. Sure, why not?
[He soaks up some more of the spill with the paper towels and glances around for the trash can.]
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[She gives a nod and pulls the packaging out of the fridge and begins...prepping the meat or something idk. With seasoning.]
Ants are troublesome enough with one head.
[Glances at him while she works, and notices him looking around]
-- oh, the garbage? Where....
[also looks around]
Maybe it's one of those fancy ones that are inside the cabinets.
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