You don’t bother me at all. I love your asks. ❤ Thank you for being so kind!
“Hah? A wedding? Aren’t we at war?” Ayato scoffs.
“Shut up, child,” Eto replies with a toss of her green hair.
Noro crosses the room to wrap his arms around Eto. She squeaks as a surprising wash of emotions sprays her. Noro beckons for her fiance/e to approach, and they do with hesitance.
Noro points a skeletal finger at them and shakes it firmly.
“I love her,” her fiance/e squeaks.
Noro nods with satisfaction.
“Congratulations, I guess,” Ayato mumbles. “That’s what I’m supposed to say, right?”
The door bangs open.
“Why didn’t you tell me there was a meeting?” Tatara growls.
Eto wraps her arm around her fiance/e’s waist. “Because I’m announcing our engagement and wasn’t sure I wanted to see you.”
Tatara at least has the grace to look abashed.
“Apologize,” Eto says sweetly.
Tatara looks ill. He never apologizes. Ever.
But Noro inches closer to him, and Ayato smirks.
Tatara shuffles forward. “I am sorry. I should not have hurt you.”
“Thank – thank you,” stammers the fiance/e.
“Happy?” Tatara turns to Eto.
“I’ve got more public shaming planned, but after that, yes,” Eto purrs. “You’re officiating the wedding.”