wedding post ⇨ ❝here comes the bride and groom❞

[ready2go]

Who: Stocking Anarchy + Wang Yao (China) + Guests
Where: The gym's auditorium
When: 8/7: Morning time
Rating: Uh PG-13 to be safe
Summary: It's a wedding not open heart surgery
The Log:

Before the wedding can start the groom must go through the wedding door games while the bride adds finishing touches to her outfit and makeup. Once that's done they head over to the gym and the wedding can start!

(ooc: everything will be done in comments. reply to the comments with the specific subject line. the before the wedding subject lines are locked to the bride, groom, helpers, and other asain countries. the honeymoon will take place in Rina's musebox if you wanna read it. though I don't think you should. everything else can be added as a regular comment.)

Comments

[crowsong]

[He's just going to have himself a drink and stand there like some sullen shadow casting gloom onto the festivities while simultaneously attempting not to stick out like a sore thumb. Supposedly. Okay, all he's doing is staying quieter than usual so he won't be recognized by voice.

Can't spare a smile, Gin? Or wear something a little less drab than that trench coat and fedora?]

[shortestfuse]

[ Shizuo has had a monopoly on the confectionaries for the past hour. The strong and silent type indeed, though - to his relief - no one has irritated him yet. He's wearing something nicer, he found a red tie in one of the clothing stores; regulation bartender outfit is a necessary evil, of course.

He spots Gin and feels compelled to go stand next to him with a plate consisting of a bright cupcake and many squares of something chocolatey. Two of the tallest men trying to act casual and fade into the background. Good luck boys. ]

Hey.

[crowsong]

[Indeed, they'll need a lot of good luck.

Gin casts one look at the bright cupcake, raising a brow and making a face like he just saw something unsightly. He lifts his gaze back up to Shizuo's face and lifts a brow, now wearing an expression that plainly says "really?"]

[shortestfuse]

[ Shizuo follows Gin's line of sight, stares a moment at his treat, then aims the flattest look at his pal. ]

Somethin' wrong with likin' cupcakes?

[crowsong]

[He just sighs in defeat, before shaking his head with a smug smirk. Oh, they're fine, if you're a little brat.]

[shortestfuse]

What do you eat then? Blood?

[crowsong]

[He blinks at the question, then cracks a smile. Oh, if only Shizuo knew...

Still, blood itself isn't exactly appetizing, not even to him, so he gets his nutrition elsewhere.

Well, if Shizuo tried some wine, it's only fair if Gin tries something sweet, right?

He'll go ahead and pick a sweet desert for himself as well, choosing the some eight-treasure pudding on a whim perfectly unaware that it's most likely overly-sweet.]

[shortestfuse]

[ It's Shizuo's turn to smirk and he assesses Gin's choice of pudding; a splendid decision, he couldn't have chosen better himself. Because everyone knows the blond adores pudding.

He munches on his cupcake, silently waiting for the older man to indulge himself. Ha ha ha this will be good. ]

[crowsong]

[Gin picks up on the smirk and, rather than returning the dish or handing it over to Shizuo and pick something else, Gin accepts it as a challenge.

He takes one bite of the chewy rice confectionery and blinks in surprise before his face falls.]

...

[He's very close to gagging, but he's not going to take the spoon out of his mouth. He's going to stubbornly swallow it just to avoid losing face.

Enjoy Gin's progressively more desperate attempts to not look completely repulsed while he tries to swallow the sticky sweet mess.]

[shortestfuse]

[ Shizuo watches on, trying not to break out into a smile, but it's pretty difficult considering. He manages to keep his pokerface intact, as he's a master of looking unimpressed on most occasions and holds his hand out. ]

So is it good? Lemme try some. [ Manspeak-to-English translation: "I'm giving you an out, pass me the pudding." Plus, Taiwan made a lot of the food, so he'd feel bad if it was subject to Gin's hatred of all things sweet, fluffy and cute. ]

[crowsong]

[Gin would reject, but he's so grateful for the opportunity to relinquish the sickly sweet food.

He steps closer, leaning in towards Shizuo so he can speak in a hushed whisper as he passes him the plate.]

It's all yours.

May I join?

[makesfearstrue]

[Guess who?]

Not one for weddings I assume?

[Ffff, sure!]

[crowsong]

[He was expecting Shizuo, but the Lieutenant?

He turns to look in her general direction. He doesn't say a word, keeping perfectly silent, but he does nod, half in acknowledgement and half to answer her question.

He knows she has no reason to trust him (quite the contrary, actually!) and he's wary of her, but there aren't any problems that could come of this, right?]

sweet

[makesfearstrue]

Your first?

[Nope, not trying to kill each other now. Safe for now.]

[crowsong]

[He pauses momentarily with an unreadable expression before nodding. Honestly, does he look like the kind of guy who gets invited to weddings, much less attends them?

He looks at the drink in his hand and glances towards the beverages offered. He looked at her, set down his glass on the edge of the table, pointed at himself, cupped his hand around air and pretending to pour into it with his other hand, then pointed at her with a questioning look. He's probably offering to pour her a drink in some improvised sign language.]

[makesfearstrue]

[Why isn't he speaking? Did he lose his voice? Or was it something else entirely?

Wait...he's signaling a drink? What about the one in his hand?

Oh...that's what he's saying.]

That would be nice, thanks.

[crowsong]

[He smiles in the closest approximation he could manage to pleasantry and leaves to pour her a glass. He chooses a mildly sweet wine, since he doesn't expect her to share his preference for hard liquor.]

[makesfearstrue]

[You'd be surprised: this woman can hold her vodka and tequila. Did it to piss off her male co-workers before Brionac.]

Thanks.

[And she takes a sip, savoring the liquid because it's kind of rare to drink this stuff here.]

[crowsong]

[He wouldn't be too surprised if she could, considering her military background, but he preferred to er on the side of caution.

He just keeps on smiling, although he pauses for a moment before resuming drinking. Was he waiting for a kanpai?]

[makesfearstrue]

[Drink all the boys under the table.

Wait, wasn't there something they had to do?]

...do we say something such as 'cheers'?

[No idea here.]

[crowsong]

[He blinks, looking initially surprised, then briefly unimpressed, before settling on an amused smirk.

A bit delayed, Lieutenant?

Regardless, he brings up his glass with a small nod.]

[gochuugoku]

[The groom himself strides over to Gin. It is sort of his job as a host to socialize with the guests after all.]

Nihao. I hope you are enjoying the food and drinks. My sister and I worked so hard to prepare this all, aru.

[crowsong]

[Gin is surprised, but masks the look well with one approaching a polite smile as closely as his unpleasant features would allow.

He bows politely in greeting and nods his head to assure him that he has enjoyed the food.]

[gochuugoku]

I don't believe we have met before. I am Wang Yao, the groom and one of the hosts for this wedding. [He bows his head as well.]

What is your name?

[crowsong]

[He takes a few strands of his silvery hair between his fingers, presses them into the palm of his similarly silver-gloved hand with his index finger. Perhaps he means the colour they share?

A multilingual pun: gin the drink doesn't sound like gin the colour, but they're written the same way.

Aside from the odd gesture, he does not say a word.]