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]

Oh? [Gin sounds rather amused at the prospect of Shizuo having a wedding of his own.]

... [He looks away thoughtfully, before quietly adding:] Doesn't happen too often to a guy; for some, marriage is a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Guess that's why they go hog-wild.

[shortestfuse]

Don't read into it. [ Shizuo has doubts about his own marriage. Someone'd have to like him and be able to tolerate his outbursts first and that is a difficult pair of qualities to find. ]

All these people... some don't even give a shit. Why waste a boat load of dough and months of effort? S'like payin' people to sit and watch so they can chow down afterward. Stupid.

[crowsong]

Fine, fine. [Dash his charming mental image of Shizuo as a scowling groom, why don't you.] If more people saw it the way you do, they'd be wasting a lot less money on these things. [Take it as Gin acknowledging Shizuo's intellect.]

The way they see it, they're making something worth remembering. Sentimental trite that'll cost them in the long run.

[shortestfuse]

I can't even see it. How'd that even happen. [ He motions to wherever the bride and groom are mingling. Flippantly. He returns to eating Gin's pudding, nodding with the man in agreement. ]

The ring costs an arm and a leg itself, then they wanna do all this shit. Lemme tell you somethin'. Someone wouldn't need to slap a god damn lace doily on my snack plate to convince me they like me.

[ He's obviously getting himself worked up. He has strong opinions on love, it is kind of scary. ]

[crowsong]

[Gin picks up on it; Shizuo's proven himself to be a very passionate person for as long as Gin has known him, but this was a touch stronger. He figures the subject's touching on a nerve and, were he a more decent person, he could change the subject and move on. Besides, if love— or the absence of it— is the source of the man's troubles, it's a comfort he can't offer, even if he wanted to. Unfortunately, his curiosity wins out over any sense of decency.

He'll settle for putting an arm around him, squeezing Shizuo's shoulder in gesture that's both comforting (in an appropriately manly way, of course~) and a subtle suggestion to not to get too worked up over it.] All it is is claptrap. [The show-offy displays of love couldn't feel any less fake.] If love were measured by overpriced garbage like that, all the rich and affluent couples in the world would stay together forever.

But as it stands, they're usually the ones that break up the fastest.

Either they're going about it all wrong or love's a croc.

[It's a statement meant to fuel conversation. Maybe the hand on the shoulder, closeness, and whispering, despite each having their own separate reasons and explanations, in conjunction are playing into coaxing him to speak as well.]

[shortestfuse]

[ Shizuo straightens a bit when Gin moves closer into what appears to be a side-hug, expression a dull frown, trying to listen to what he says.

But from an outsiders point of view, everything about this situation will look awkward. Shizuo doesn't pay attention to the aesthetics of the chat, just readily snatches up the chance to rant about something he has a lot of passion about. Oddly enough. ]

Tch, what are you talking about, love's not a croc, people just don't know how the fuck to go about it. People toss the word "love" around like it's the friggin' weather report.

Like, I met a guy on a job and he didn't even know the girl's phone number and was yellin' all about her like she was the one for him! If that's love, I don't want any of it. Not sayin' that someone's ever gonna love me anyway, it's pretty difficult to like someone like me.

But it would be nice to have that kind of thing someday, you know? Even if it's shallow on their part...

[ He scratches his head, realizing that he should probably shut up now. ]

Uh. Sorry.

[crowsong]

[Very odd indeed.

Curiosity satisfied, Gin smirks.] That's unusually deep, coming from a man.

Relax, you're sure to win a girl's heart someday with that outlook. [He gives him a pat on the back before withdrawing his arm.]

You're selling yourself short, Heiwajima. [When he's not denting metal or breaking walls, at least, Shizuo's pretty likeable.]

[shortestfuse]

[ Now he's just embarrassed. ] Whatever.

It's the truth and I don't blame 'em, it's just somethin' I gotta live with.

[ He looks over, ready to deflect the question. ] What about you?

[crowsong]

[Gin finds this amusing still.

Oh, a question directed at him?]

Nah, it's not meant for me. [As far as he's concerned, there's no such thing as love in this world, only easily deceived people who let lust get in the way of rational thinking.]

[shortestfuse]

Ah, that's too bad.

[ It's Shizuo's turn to pat Gin on the back; it's a little rough. He smiles though, understanding.

A kindred spirit is nice to have sometimes, even if it is a solemn topic of conversation. ]

[crowsong]

[He doesn't react to the pat at first, but later turns to Shizuo and smirks.]

This subject's one hell of a downer. A wedding's supposed to be happy. Let's go get some more drinks and maybe some desert that won't make me gag.

[shortestfuse]

... [ Drinks. Maybe just one. ] It's... a special occasion, I guess.

[ He accompanies Gin on the quest for food and drink, eyeing the selections. He sees a wide variety of alcohol - that is lovely. ]

No Vermouth for me tonight.

[crowsong]

[Oh? Gin makes a pleasantly amused, humming sound in response, before picking out some more traditional sweets of a more subtle flavour.]

[shortestfuse]

Want somethin'?

[ He plucked a few choices from the table, examining them before pouring deftly mixing himself a sweet drink. ]

Before they make me stay and work this table?