Todd Wants Key's Face

Sam: Does this make me a workaholic at all? I'd hate to be one of those people... :P

Sarah: Juuuuuuuuust a little bit. :P As long as you're not trying to do paperwork while we're there, I don't have a problem with it. XP

Sam: ... ... I... wasn't planning on doing that. Not at all. ^^;

Sarah: ...Saaaaaaam... it's our freakin' HONEYMOOOOON! DX

Sam: I know, I know... D: Yeesh, okay, I'll only do it on the plane - I mean, it's a long plane ride, right? Gotta keep myself busy SOMEHOW...

Sarah: I KNOWWWW... Just don't work while we're supposed to be enjoying ourselves. :P

Sam: Haha, okay. :P If I start twitching and desperately looking for a pen, you have my permission to smack me upside the head.

Sarah: You're going to regret letting me do that. XP

Sam: Maybe. Too late to take it back, though, I guess. :P Did you pack a pair of sandals?

Sarah: Whoops. *goes to the closet to grab a pair* Thank you for reminding me. :P

Sam: It's what I'm here for, besides being your husband. XP *plugs his phone into a wall socket to charge*

Sarah: *puts her shoes into the suitcase* Muh. I need a phone...

Sam: You seriously don't have a cell phone? They're kinda... uh... important... D:

Sarah: I um... never really had a reason to... I was always either here or at work... >__>;

Sam: Bruuuhh. I'll get you one for a birthday present. XP

Sarah: You'd do that? .__.

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Harry: *nuzzles her* ... Don't be... you'll ruin the time we have left for yourself...

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Sam: <:( *packs* ... *walks over to Sarah and hugs her, kissing her on the cheek in a comforting manner*

Claire: *nuzzles back* I can't help it...

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Sarah: *hugs him back* I'm fine...

Harry: ... Then worry LESS... please... for me...

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Sam: ... A fine Sarah is not a quiet Sarah...

Claire: ...I'll try...

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Sarah: *laughs a bit* Heh... I guess you're right...

Harry: *kisses her again* ... Do...

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Sam: Can you talk to me about it? <:(

Claire: ... *kisses him back* I will.

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Sarah: ...I dunno... I just... I had mostly forgotten about it already... I didn't like to remember it...

Harry: Good... *snuggles with her, happy even in his suffering*

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Sam: ... and then Dad brought the memory back up?

Claire: *adjusts the ice pack on Harry's head, and puts her arm over him*

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Sarah: *nods* ...I was terrified... I must have been, like... seven...

Harry: *he snuggles against her, enjoying the moment even when he forgets what the moment is*

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Sam: *he doesn't know what to say* ... I'm sorry... D:>

Claire: *feels a bit more at ease now, snuggling with him, though that worry still lingered in the back of her mind* ...I love you Harry... you know that?

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Sarah: *shakes her head* Don't apologize, s'not your fault...

Harry: *his smile becomes warmer* ... I could never forget that, Claire... I love you, too...

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Sam: ... I can still feel sorry... <:( *starts bagging bathroom stuff and packing it up*

Claire: *nuzzles him lovingly, grateful for the fact that that was one thing he never forgot* ... <3

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Sarah: *keeps packing clothes* Mmh....

Harry: *nuzzles her back and continues snuggling with her, careful to keep the ice pack on his head*

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Sam: ... Hey, cheer up. <:/ *he walks over to her again, putting on his best reassuring smile* ... We're going to be going on our honeymoon tomorrow, Sarah... can you BELIEVE that? Let's just focus on that. <:)

Claire: *happily continues to nuzzle him* Try to sleep at least a little bit, okay Harry?

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Sarah: Oh, alright... if you insist. <:P

Harry: Mm... okay... *he keeps his head against her, closing his eyes and trying to sleep, even in his uncomfortably sick state*

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Sam: Good. ^^ You think you've got enough clothes packed?

Claire: *stays there with him, one hand slowly combing through his hair, trying to relax him*

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Sarah: HMMMM... *looks over at the suitcase* I think... we need about three more suitcases. :P *is joking*

Harry: *with Claire's help, he soon falls asleep*

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Sam: Har har har. :P Maybe you should find something for the plane trip.

Claire: *decides that she's tired enough to stay in bed and nap for a little bit... and so she does, eventually dozing off next to him*

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Sarah: I have a book or two I can take. :P

Sam: Same here. I also plan on bringing books. I also plan on bringing some paperwork to do so that I don't have to deal with it when we come back. :P

Sarah: Good plan. :P

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Harry: ... Mh... okay... I believe you... *he closes his eyes, sighing - his eyes hurt. It hurt somewhat to BREATHE, even. Not that he will stop. Everything hurt, though mostly his head, which feels as if it is on fire*

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Sam: DON'T. Don't... don't tell her. If she doesn't know, I mean. She doesn't need to hear that, right?

Claire: ...Do you want me to get you some ice? <:(

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Sarah: I didn't need to hear that... that's one of the worst memories I can recall...

Harry: ...Okay... *after a pause* ... Do you think I'll get better, Claire...? *he knows he won't get better... but he wants to see what Claire thinks... though perhaps she'll only tell him what she wants him to hear...*

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Sam: ... Well... more reason to not tell her. <:/ *hugs Sarah then gets on the motorcycle*

Claire: ... *is actually rather unsure... the doctor said that if he was going to get better, he should have improved by now... she didn't want to lie to Harry either, since, memories or not, he could probably tell if she was lying* ...I don't know, Harry. I don't know.

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Sarah: *gets on the motorcycle behind him, tightly wrapping her arms around his middle. she says nothing*

Harry: ... Thank you for being honest...

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Sam: *he rides back to the apartment, entering it with Sarah* ... Maybe we should pack...

Claire: ... *nods* <:( ...I'll be right back, okay? *gets up to go downstairs*

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Sarah: That's a good idea... *goes into their room, and pulls a suitcase out of the closet*

Harry: *watches her leave, wondering how much more time he has* ...

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Sam: ... Are you going to be okay? <:(

Claire: *wonders exactly the same thing as she grabs the ice pack from the freezer, then immediately regrets it* ... *heads back upstairs*

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Sarah: Yeah, I guess... It's just a lot to take in...

Harry: *he smiles at Claire when she walks back in with the ice, forgetting what has recently happened* ... Hello...

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Sam: ... I know... I understand... *he starts packing clothes into the suitcase* ... This was back when Mr. Huntings was a criminal... it must've hurt...

Claire: *smiles back* Hello... *sits back down on the edge of the bed, and carefully places the ice pack on his head* ...

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Sarah: It was the worst possible thing that could have happened to us at that point... *puts more clothes into the suitcase* ...Dad had just run from the asylum... someone must have found out...

Harry: *he places his hand over hers when she places the ice pack on his forehead* ...

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Sam: ... You guy DID manage to get through it, though... so... that's really what counts. <:(

Claire: ... *keeps her hand there, despite how cold it is* ...You should be getting some more rest, Harry...

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Sarah: I guess so... I just wish it hadn't come to that...

Harry: *still smiling at her* ... Come rest with me...

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Sam: ... Well... it's over. It's all over... you can't change what happened, but what you CAN do is accept it and just... move on. <:/ *continues packing*

Claire: ... *smiles warmly* Alright. *slips her hand out from under Harry's, and climbs into bed with him*

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Sarah: *sighs* I DID move on... *keeps packing*

Harry: *as soon as she's lying down next to him, he kisses her cheek, putting an arm around her, still smiling*

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Sam: ... Well... you seemed kinda stuck...

Claire: *puts a hand on his cheek, and gently rubs it with his thumb. she doesn't know what she would do if he dies... she can barely stand the thought of it...* ...

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Sarah: ...Sorry... it WAS a surprise you know, I'm allowed to be a bit shocked right now.

Harry: *he frowns, sensing her inner-sadness* ... What's wrong?

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Sam: ... I know... I get it. <:/

Claire: ...I'm just worried about you...

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Sarah: ... *keeps packing* ...

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Harry: *shaking, though he allows her to gently push him back down, too weak to fight back* ... He can hurt me ANYWHERE...

Sam: ... Who? D:>

Claire: *sits on the bed next to him, a hand on his cheek* Not while I'm here, he can't... *to Sam, in a much quieter voice* ...his father.

Sarah: ... D:>

Harry: *lies in the bed, terrified, anticipating his father to burst into the room at any moment*

Sam: ... Oh... D8> ... Was... was he really that bad...?

Claire: *rubs his cheek with her thumb* From what I've heard... he was worse that you're probably thinking.

Sarah: *quietly* Oh my gosh...

Sam: *quietly* ... He never told me about... D:>

Harry: *closes his eyes, still shaking. He rests his head against Claire's hand, feeling slightly more comforted*

Claire: *continues to rub his cheek* It's not something he likes to remember... And I'm sure that telling you terrifying stories of your grandfather wasn't very high on his priority list...

Sarah: Understandably so... but... jeez...

Harry: *he seems to be returning to reality* ... Sometimes I'm glad that I can forget... he beat me... I... *to Claire* almost hit you... once...

Sam: You WHAT?? D8>

Claire: That was a long time ago, Harry... *to Sam* You were too little to remember. It's actually a very long story...

Sarah: ...Do you want to...?

Claire: *shakes her head* I don't like to remember it.

Harry: ... I... I remember... *to Sarah* ... I thought... I thought we killed you... and Todd... and Key... burned the house...

Sam: Wh-whah...? D:>

Claire: !!

Sarah: *stares at Harry in shock. she remembers... she remembers having to climb out of a second story window with her parents... she remembers having to run for her LIFE... she remembers how her dad was practically INSANE... and... and her in-laws were RESPONSIBLE...?* Th-Those soldiers outside... th-that was YOU...?? D8>

Harry: *he's remembering the moment very clearly now* ... We had no choice... Lieutenant Crowe threatened to fire us... I would have been separated from Claire... from SAM...

Sam: ... Dad... D:> *knows that this was something best left a secret - he looks over at Sarah and wonders what will happen next. Will Sarah tell her mother? If so, how would Ms. Huntings react?* D8>

Sarah: *can't even find any words to describe how shocked she is. she never would have guessed... she doesn't even know what to think anymore. she probably would never have found out if Harry hadn't blurted it out...* ...

Claire: *looks incredibly guilty, as if it was the day just after that incident* ...

Sam: ... Maybe... maybe we should go...

Harry: Why? <:/ *doesn't understand the sudden discomfort in the room*

Claire: ... *nods*

Sarah: *turns to leave*

Claire: ...Wait.

Sarah: ? ... *turns back around*

Claire: ...We could barely sleep after the incident... We were praying that you weren't home... We're sorry. We truly are.

Harry: What incident? Why won't anyone tell me why you're leaving? D:>

Sam: Sorry, Dad, it's just... *to Sarah* ... c'mon. *he leaves with her*

Harry: ... ?? D:>

Claire: *watches them leave, a sadness in her eyes. she looks back down at Harry* It's nothing you need to worry about now, Harry...

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Sarah: *walks outside with Sam, still quite shocked by the news* ...I-I always wondered wh-who they sent...

Harry: ... You always say that... don't think I forget that you always say that... and sometimes I think you're lying to me... or perhaps just... telling me a harsh truth...

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Sam: ... That's in the past, Sarah... and... it's not like they did it out of malevolence... <:/

Claire: *sighs, and leans down to press her forehead against his, not missing how warm he was* I mean it most of the time...

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Sarah: ...I know... but... it's still a shock, you know? ...I wonder if mom knows...

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Sam: ... I sometimes have to speak to them in the outpost over the phone... the Prime Minister and anyone else who's a part of that branch, I mean. I can't tell you how many times I had to apologize to them when I first started out... DX

Sarah: Oh, really? D: Jeez... I really hope they don't have any hard feelings, then... guh, one more thing to worry about. DX

Sam: Well... I mean... I'm sure it'll be fine. I mean, I'm not the one who... uh... yeah.

Sarah: Yeah. <:/ *keeps eating*

*they finish eating*

Sam: So... off to my parents's house, yeah?

Sarah: Yup. *looks outside the window* ...Think it's warm enough to go without a coat?

Sam: Hmm... maybe we should wear some light jackets, just in case. :P *goes into the bedroom to get a thin jacket of his*

Sarah: *follows him in and grabs a hoodie, feeling like it shouldn't be any colder than it was yesterday, and puts it on as she walks out*

*they drive over to Harry and Claire's house*

Sam: *knocks on the door*

Claire: *answers the door, looking a bit tired* Oh, hello you two. :) *lets them in*

Sarah: Hi, Mrs. Gatzsky. ^^ Are you alright? :/

Claire: I'm fine, just a bit tired from yesterday, that's all. And please stop calling me Mrs. Gatzsky... you're part of the family now, you know. :P

Sam: Haha, right. XD Oh - hey, how's Dad, mom?

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Harry: *awake and coherent, just lying in bed, resting - though he's a bit worse than yesterday*

Claire: Oh, um... yesterday took a little bit of a toll on him... but he's resting right now, so he should be alright... <:/

Sarah: <:(

Sam: *glances down at the floor* He'll... it's alright, he'll get better. Can we see him? <:/

Claire: Sure... just try not to wake him if he's still asleep...

Sarah: *nods, and waits for Sam to lead the way*

Sam: *he walks up the stairs, quietly entering the room*

Harry: *he looks over at Sam, Sarah, and Claire smiling slightly* ... I don't know why, but... everything aches...

Sam: You went to our wedding yesterday, Dad... remember? <:/

Harry: Nope... but that's probably why... why... why am I even in bed...? I don't... I don't know what's going on...

Claire: You're still sick, Harry... You have to rest for a while after yesterday...

Sarah: <:( ...

Harry: ... I-I can't stay in bed... if I stay in bed, he'll hit me...

Sam: "he'll hit you"...? D:>

Harry: *quickly, fear taking over his features* I don't want to talk about it - I-I need to get out of here...! *quickly gets up and tries getting out of bed, clearly panicked*

Claire: ! *gently tries to push him back onto the bed* Harry, it's fine, he can't hurt you here... D:>

Sarah: D:>??

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Sam: I'd rather not have to worry about ANYTHING while we're there. :P *flips the pancakes* Nothing but each other... <3

Sarah: *rests her head on her hand, and sighs happily* Eeeexactly... <3

Sam: ... *quietly* ... I wonder how Dad's doing... maybe he got better...

Sarah: We could always go visit later... <:/

Sam: ... That... okay. Okay, yeah, thanks... *still cooks the pancakes* So, uh... *he clears his throat* So any work yet? Anyone willing to hire you?

Sarah: Actually, yeah--lucky for me-slash-us, they don't start filming until a few days after we get back, so... :D

Sam: So yaaay! :D Also, the pancakes are ready. ^^ *starts putting them on two plates, placing them on the table. Then he gets some syrup and puts it on the table for the two of them*

Sarah: Thank you, by the way. Again. You make lovely pancakes. X)

Sam: No problem. This makes up for the burnt ones from before. XP *sits down and starts eating his*

Sarah: That wasn't your fault. :P *eats also*

Sam: Well, y'know... yeah. I still blame myself for that one, though, for... uh... just because. XP *eats*

Sarah: That's silly. XP *eeats*

Sam: Your FACE is silly. :P *eats*

Sarah: No, YOUR face is silly. :P *nom*

Sam: Oh blah. *eats* So... France. Gonna be fun. REALLY fun. "The city of lights", they once called it...

Sarah: Yep... wonder if it looks the same as before, now that they've rebuilt it...

Sam: ... Do you think they're still angry with us from when Dad nearly threatened to start a war with them...? <:/

Sarah: I really hope not... In any case, I don't think we should have any trouble walking down the streets...

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Sam: Haha, what, no, you can't help - this is all about me making you BREAKFAST, damnit! >:D *takes out a frying pan*

Sarah: Well, FIIIINE. Go ahead and reverse traditional gender roles, I'll go be lazy and watch TV or something. >:P

Sam: ... And play with a football. While watching football. And then constantly switching the channel to other sports whilst screaming at the TV for a team you don't care about to win. :P

Sarah: Oh, alright, okay. And I'll be nagging you about taking too long with breakfast. Expect me to be consistently demanding sandwiches from you. :P

Sam: Will do. I need a frilly pink apron. ;D *starts making the batter in a bowl*

Sarah: Ooh, I think I actually have one of those, you want me to go grab it for you? :P

Sam: YOU have a frilly pink apron? XD ... Sure. I'll wear it. XP

Sarah: ...I was kidding. XD; But if you're this okay with it, maybe I should go out and buy you one. :P

Sam: ... Like... I dunno, as a gag-gift for my birthday or something. XP *stirs the batter*

Sarah: Naww, I'm not mean enough to do that... I'd get you something nicer. XP

Sam: Haha, okay. Whatever you say. XP *starts pouring the batter into the pan, the heat on, ready to cook*

Sarah: *goes to set the table* Sam, what do you wanna drink?

Sam: I'm fine with any kind of juice you may have, as long as it's not tomato juice or pomegranate juice. XP *making the pancakes*

Sarah: I LIKE pomegranate. :P *goes to pour some orange juice* We really need to pack later...

Sam: Yup yup. Don't want to be rushing with it tomorrow morning - we might forget a thing or two. *still making pancakes*

Sarah: And that wouldn't be good at all. *sets the cups down on the table, and sits in one of the chairs* I'd rather not have to worry about something we forgot while we're there...

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Kid 1: Y-Yours. >____>

Blood Puppet: Don't be silly... *he puts on his mask and hat, then gets his katana* ... They're only children...

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Sam: *kisses her back passionately, feeling extremely god at the moment*

Kid 2: N-No it wasn't! D8>

Celine: ... *stands aside, knowing what he intended to do. She knew no one could know they were there...* ...

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Sarah: *kisses him just as passionately, humming contentedly, rubbing Sam's back. it felt nice... so very nice. she hoped it would keep feeling that way for a long time*

Kid 1: Hey, let's just get out of here, okay...?? D8

Blood Puppet: *steps out of the room into the waiting room* Boo.

Kid 1: *screams*

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Sam: *he kisses her back, loving the way she touches his back. He doesn't seem to have a single care in the world*

Kid 2: *screams, and tries to turn and run, but he trips on one of the bodies on the floor* AAAAAHHHH!! D8>

Celine: *stays in the other room* ...

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Sarah: *continues to kiss him, and touch him, and love him, unable to think of anything else she would much rather be doing*

Kid 1: *tries to help up his friend* COME ON!! D8>

Blood Puppet: *stabs the kid helping up his friend through the back of his head, the katana ripping right through and coming out of his mouth*

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Sam: *he loves every second of it, this moment between them, loving Sarah, loving everything about her. He touches her skin, touches her hair, kisses her, kisses her, but never goes any farther than this*

Kid 2: *screams in absolute horror, and tries to flee, managing to get back up on his feet*

Celine: ...

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Sarah: *doesn't mind this at all... she's just so beyond happy that they're there, together, loving each other*

Blood Puppet: *doesn't let the child escape - he stabs the kid through the chest* ...

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Sam: Mm... wanna get up?

Kid 2: *cries out in pain and fear, until he dies*

Celine: ...

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Sarah: Mmmmnnnoooo.... XC

Blood Puppet: *he walks back over to the dentist's office* Problem taken care of*

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Sam: *he laughs at this* C'mooon... we need to get up anyway... <:P *he kisses her lightly*

Celine: So I heard...

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Sarah: *kisses him back* But I don't wannaaaaa.

Blood Puppet: I like when they scream...

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Sam: XP *gets up off the bed and starts getting dressed*

Celine: ...Mm. *isn't quiiiite approving of this, but she can deal with it*

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Sarah: Muuuuuhhhhhh complain complain complain... Fine, I'll get up. XC *gets out of bed*

Blood Puppet: Is there a problem?

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Sam: *finishes getting ready for the day*

Celine: ...No.

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Sarah: *gets dressed* So... what do you wanna do today?

Blood Puppet: ... That's good. I'd hate for there to be a problem...

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Sam: ... Haha... uh... I don't know... ^^;

Celine: There's no need for you to worry... :/

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Sarah: Oh boy. XD; Um... food. food would be nice.

Blood Puppet: ... Good...

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Sam: ! I'LL MAKE PANCAKES! :D *runs into the kitchen to do so*

Sarah: *laughs at his eagerness, and follows him out* Are you going to let me help you or are you going to kick me out of the kitchen again? :P

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Blood Puppet: *he enjoys kissing Celine, never having experienced such emotion before - it is all new to him. Honestly, it is certainly not the same as kissing his mum. He liked it*

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Sam: *wakes up from this* Mm... g'morning, Sarah... *his smile smidens, and he kisses her, feeling quite happy and relaxed. Dear god, they were married*

Celine: *deepens the kiss ever so slightly, keeping it gentle. she puts a hand on his cheek, lightly rubbing it with her thumb*

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Sarah: *kisses him back* Good morning... :)

Blood Puppet: *breaks the kiss, speaking quietly* ... I like this...

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Sam: *still grinning* Holy shoot, is this real?

Celine: *smiles warmly* I'm glad you do...

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Sarah: Oh yeah... this is totally happening. As craaaazy as it sounds. X)

Blood Puppet: Do you like this...?

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Sam: *quietly* Omigosh... X3

Celine: *nods slightly* Mhmm...

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SarahL *practically squealing* I knowwww...! <3

Blood Puppet: *smiles back at her* ... I'm glad...

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Sam: So... honeymoon tomorrow, right? :3

Celine: *rests her forehead against his, closing her eyes, enjoying his company* ...

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Sarah: Yuuuuuup. This is going to be TOO fun... X3

Blood Puppet: *mirrors her, feeling a warmth inside him* ...

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Sam: Agreed! X3 *he happily kisses her, climbing on top of her to do so*

Celine: *rubs his cheek with her thumb, feeling just as warm*

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Sarah: *laughs a little bit, happily kissing him back* Mmmmimpatient, aren't we... X)

Blood Puppet: ... I could honestly do this all day...

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Sam: *kissing her neck* Nooope, just excited! =^^=

Celine: *smiles contentedly* ...It's nice...

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Sarah: Hey, I'm excited too. :P *combs a hand through his hair* It's going to be so nice...

Blood Puppet: *quietly* ... Nicer than I imagined it to be...

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Sam: ... It's going to be BEAUTIFUL... *kisses her jaw, her cheek*

Celine: *moves her hand to the back of his head, combing her fingers through his hair* I'm happy you feel that way...

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Sarah: *wraps her other arm around him, slowly rubbing his back, her other hand still in his hair* Mhmmm... s'gonna be a good time...

Blood Puppet: Mm... *he moves away from her, though still smiles at her*

*suddenly the front door of the dentist's office creaks open - the sounds of two children are heard*

Kid 1: Woah... how long do you think these bodies have been here? Do you even think they're real? Is this place HAUNTED?? D8

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Sam: *grins* A very, VERY good time. *still grinning, he winks at her*

Kid 2: It totally looks like it... W-Who's idea was it to come here again? D8

Celine: !! *whispers* should we hide? D:

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Sarah: *grins back* Mhhhmmmmm. Definitely looking forward to it. *pulls him down and kisses him again* ~ <3

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Blood Puppet: *under his mask, he grins* ... Do you like me, Ms. Gris?

Celine: *opens her eyes, and smiles at him* Of course... I wouldn't have stayed if I didn't.

Blood Puppet: ... You know... you can call me Walter if you wish... I won't mind if you do. Not anymore, at least. *he rubs her cheek with his thumb*

Celine: *closes her eyes when he does this, her smile getting just a bit wider* Alright, Walter...

Blood Puppet: *he figures he can just take off his hat and mask, seeing as he has nothing to hide form her (she already knows what he looks like anyway), and so he does, revealing his soft, genuine smile as he strokes her cheek*

Celine: *puts her hand over his, and stands up from the chair, still smiling. She was glad to see his face... it had been weeks since he last showed it to her* ...You should take your mask off more often...

Blood Puppet: *his smile fades a little* ... I feel detached from reality without it. I've gone many year without taking it off once... I'm simply used to having it on top of... this. *he gestures to his face* I'm willing to take it off for you, though.

Celine: *nods* Alright... I understand.

Blood Puppet: Thank you, Ms. Gris. *he thinks* ... So the Lieutenant got married to that Huntings girl...

Celine: He did... looks like they DID get their happily-ever-after after all. hmph.

Blood Puppet: We can still ruin it... can you imagine what would happen if they had a child? What would happen if we KILLED it? Ah... that glorious anger would ENGULF the Lieutenant... turn him into a complete psychopath... so wonderful...

Celine: *smirks* It would... I wonder how long we would have to wait...

Blood Puppet: I'm sure it won't take long. After all, both he and Mrs. Gatzsky... aha, that's strange to call her that now... anyway, both he and his wife are still young. Reckless. If not by choice, surely they'll have one by accident. Perhaps we won't have to wait long.

Celine: Perhaps you're right. They SHOULD be leaving for their honeymoon soon.

Blood Puppet: Heheheh... makes me giddy just thinking about it. He's sure to have some sort of unprotected sex with Mrs. Gatzsky... something like that CALLS for that sort of passion...

Celine: Oh, of course, that's the whole POINT, isn't it?

Blood Puppet: Quite... hahaha... *speaking of passion, he thinks, because of his command - his love inserted into Celine's head - perhaps he could...* ... *he leans in and kisses Celine*

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Sam: *asleep in bed with Sarah, his smile kept throughout the night*

Celine: *due to his command, she finds this completely acceptable-- in fact, she gently kisses him back*

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Sarah: *wakes up still snuggled into him. she smiles more widely and nuzzles him lovingly*

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