Todd Wants Key's Face

Blood Puppet: *much later into the night, he sneaks back to where Celine sleeps, picking her up and putting her in the dentist's chair, strapping her down. He then readies the tv, turning it on and pulling it over to her face, then slips the headphones onto her head. He jabs her with his index finger*

Celine: *is jolted awake. she looks around, and immediately panics, recognizing where she is* ...Blood Puppet... l-let me out of here...!!

Blood Puppet: I'm afraid I can't do that, Ms. Gris... and I won't let you out until you look at the television. Truly sorry.

Celine: *is quite sure she knows what he's trying to do, but she has no choice--she stares at the screen, as directed* ...

Blood Puppet: *later, when she stares at the screen long enough, he slips off the headphones on Celine's head, and whispers into her ear* ... How do you truly feel about me, Ms. Gris?

Celine: ...not the same way you feel about me...

Blood Puppet: That's alright, Ms. Gris... you're going to let that feeling about me wash away... you're going to forget all about not liking me... you're going to love me, Ms. Gris... you're going to want to be with me, to have a relationship with me...

Celine: ...I'm going to love you...

Blood Puppet: That's right... now then... you're going to go back to sleep, Ms. Gris... and you're going to forget this happened. The last thing you'll remember is going to sleep in this chair... and when you do sleep... you will dream a wonderful dream... about us...

Celine: *smiles a little bit* ..dream... about us... *falls asleep as commanded*

Blood Puppet: *he watches her sleep for the rest of the night*

The Next Morning

Blood Puppet: *still watching her*

Celine: *eventually wakes up* Mhh... *tries to move, and realizes that she's strapped down* ... *glances around, and spots Blood Puppet--she smiles at him, quite happy to see him, but is still rather confused* ...Good morning... may I ask why I'm strapped down...?

Blood Puppet: It seemed you were having quite a dream - you kept moving around. Strapping you down was simply to stop you from falling out of the chair. *he unstraps her, cursing himself for forgetting to unstrap her before for the entire night*

Celine: ...Oh. *reddens a bit as she sits up--was she really moving around that much? That HAD been a bit of an interesting dream... she coughs to clear her throat* Ahem. So how was your night? Did you go out at all?

Blood Puppet: No... I stayed here with you. It was nice. Watching you sleep and all that is nice, I mean.

Celine: Oh... I could have stayed up... <:/

Blood Puppet: No, it's fine... you were exhausted anyway - went to sleep rather quickly. Still nice all the same... *he lightly touches the side of her face*

Celine: ... *leans her head into his hand, closing her eyes*

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Sam: *he closes his eyes, sighing happily, and from there, he continues stroking Sarah's hair*

Sarah: *closes her eyes as well, enjoying the feeling of his hand in her hair. she keeps rubbing his back, quietly humming a random, slow tune*

Sam: *relaxed, he lies his head down on the pillow, eyes still closed, still combing his fingers through Sarah's hair*

Sarah: *keeps humming, until she eventually starts dozing off and she stops rubbing his back, her head still resting on his shoulder, her tune slowly trailing off*

Sam: *he soon falls asleep - the combination of the warmth and comfort inflicting ten times a normal case of exhaustion upon him. He is out like a light*

Sarah: *finally falls asleep there, nuzzled into Sam, not a care in the world*

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Blood Puppet: *in the dentist's office, he leans against the dentist's chair, looking directly at Celine through his mask* Ms. Gris... you're a rather interesting person. You could, perhaps, say I've grown fond of you.

Celine: *doesn't like the sound of this... she keeps her expression neutral* Oh? How so?

Blood Puppet: *he laughs at this, finding it humorous* I'm sorry... haha... "how so" she asks... hard to describe... I haven't killed you yet, despite the failures that you've done. Surely that says something. To put it bluntly, I strongly care for you and hope you feel the same.

Celine: *REALLY doesn't like the sound of this--to her, he was a means to stay out of prison, to be rid of the Lieutenant once and for all... and he was becoming attached to her. she feared that saying 'no' could possibly result in getting her killed... but she does NOT want to get anywhere close to him* ...I'm... not quite sure what to say to that...

Blood Puppet: It's alright. Quite a statement to take in, I'm sure. I can wait for an answer, though... I'm the patient sort of cannibal.

Celine: Right... thank you. *knows what her answer is... but how to phrase it so he won't... kill her...?*

Blood Puppet: Perhaps now would be a good time for bed. After all, it's been a rather tiring day, sitting around this cramped little place... sometimes I envy you, Ms. Gris. You can still enjoy sleep. I must wait all night alone. In silence.

Celine: I'm sorry there's nothing I can do to help... I'll see you in the morning. *moves into a different room and sits against a wall--she had begun avoiding the room with the dentists' chair, having deducted what the machinery connected to it was for. she has a bit of difficulty falling asleep, Blood Puppet's words making her wonder if he's ever just stared at her while she slept...*

Blood Puppet: *he leaves, heading into the room with the severed heads, relaxing in the office chair*

Celine: *tries to think of a gentle way of saying no, but she can't think of how to do it. The possibility of him killing her and having her for dinner if she said the wrong thing was much too high at the moment... she would probably have to sleep on it. she eventually drifts off into an uneasy sleep*

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Sam: *speaks quietly, still grinning* ... s'been a long way from drunkenly having sex...

Sarah: *just as quietly* Mhmm... 's been even longer since we first met... I never thought we would end up here...

Sam: ... I don't think anyone did... childhood friends to husband and wife... pretty big shocker. X3

Sarah: Oh yeah, it was a pretty MASSIVE shocker... I thought my heart stopped when you pulled out that ring. XD;

Sam: That's okay - I felt like my heart ALSO stopped when I pulled out the ring. Like... it would seem to weird for you and you'd say "no". XD;

Sarah: ...I'm going to be completely honest, I had a bit of a mental argument when you popped the question. I'm glad I said yes, though. <:)

Sam: I'm glad you said yes, too. XD *kisses her some more*

Sarah: *kisses him back* Mmm... D'you think you could help me out of this dress...? I don't think I'll be able to sleep comfortably in this thing... XP

Sam: I'd be happy to. <3 *carefully unzips the back of her dress, all the while still kissing her*

Sarah: *kisses him back* Mmmthankyou. Now, if you'll excuse me for just a moment... *pulls away from Sam and gets out of bed so she can slip off the dress. She hangs it back up* Maybe you should get out of that suit, too...

Sam: I guess so, yeah. :P *he gets up and takes off his suit, putting it back in the closet*

Sarah: *gets back into bed as she is, getting under the covers*

Sam: *gets in with her, not bothering to wear any nightwear. He snuggles up to her, his warmth against hers*

Sarah: *snuggles right back, openly welcoming the warmth. she traces that line along his spine again, burying her face in his shoulder, getting as close to him as possible* ... <3

Sam: *he nuzzles her, feeling very much alive - has been feeling very much alive for the entire day. He kisses his new spouse again - SPOUSE... a word he'll have to get used to - and runs his fingers through her hair, letting his compassion radiate off him like heat*

Sarah: *kisses him back, rubbing small circles into his lower back, enjoying every moment she had with her new husband (she was beyond glad that she could call him that...)* Mmm...

Sam: *grins, liking Sarah's hand on his back* Mmm that feels good...

Sarah: *grins* I won't stop, then... *continues the motion, widening the circles ever so slightly*

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Harry: *watches them eat, still not hungry at all*

Sam: *he notices his father not eating* Dad, you should really eat something. <:/

Harry: I'm not hungry.

Claire: He'll be fine for now, Sam... <:/

Sarah: ... <:(

Key: ... :( *continues to eat*

Sam: <:( ... *he can't bring himself to eat with the knowledge that his father can't*

Harry: ...

Claire: ... *puts her fork down*

Sarah: ... *feels bad for eating in front of Harry, so she stops as well* ...

Key: ... *also ends up putting her fork down, her appetite gone* ...

Harry: You shouldn't stop eating because I'm not hungry...

Sam: It doesn't feel right, Dad... <:(

Claire: We're not about to eat in front of you while you sit and watch... <:(

Key: It's just not right. <:/

Sarah: *nods in agreement*

Harry: ... Then I can leave...

Sam: THAT'S not a solution either! D:

Claire: You're not going anywhere, Harry... <:(

Key: ...

Sarah: ...

Harry: *quietly, not really knowing why he is arguing anymore* ... Okay...

Sam: *trying to change the subject* So we're thinking of going to France for the honeymoon.

Harry: There are INFECTED in France! D8

Claire: We already cured the infected in France, Harry... <:/

Key: *to Sam* I think that'd be really nice, I keep hearing they fixed that place up really well. :)

Sarah: Yup, that's what we had been hearing too... X)

Harry: ... Did we...?

Sam: ... Heh... it's hard to imagine France being nice. I've always known it as a frightening nightmare-land. Of course, the infection is over in Europe, so... I guess those thoughts will be put aside soon enough. :)

Sarah: Soon enough... X)

*Much later that night*

Sarah: *arrives back at the apartment with Sam*

Sam: *as soon as he and Sarah reaches the bedroom, Sam tackles Sarah down onto the bed, not even bothering to get out of his suit, and kisses her repeatedly, passionately, nothing but pure happiness going through his mind. No other thoughts. Only feeling. He kisses her and kissing her, stroking her cheeks with his hands, loving it*

Sarah: *offers no resistance, kissing him back just as passionately. She her arms around him, running one hand through his hair while the other traces up and down his spine, still kissing him, pouring all the love she can into that action, reveling in the warmth it brings*

Sam: *makes out with Sarah, stroking her hair, touching her face, her shoulders, making known his love, his affection, his happiness. Eventually he can't help but laugh. Just laugh happily from what has happened. What he now is to Sarah, and what she now is to him. He laughs, unable to contain his joy, all the while nuzzling Sarah*

Sarah: *finds herself grinning and laughing along with Sam, kissing him on the cheek as he nuzzled her, just as joyful as he was. they belonged to each other now, nothing could ever come between them again. she was so happy, it was impossible to put into words*

Sam: *still grinning and laughing, he kisses Sarah and kisses her and kisses her just about anywhere he can. He then moves beside Sarah, pulling her into a one-armed hug and snuggles against her*

Sarah: *put an arm over him and nuzzles into his neck, kissing up it to his cheek, humming contentedly. this was pure bliss--she could stay there forever*

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Harry: Can you imagine how cute the grandkids will be? XP

Sam: GrandKIDS? Who the hell even knows if we're having ONE kid, let alone two or three! D8

Claire: I'm sure they will be adorable. :P

Sarah: Guyyyys....

Key: We could take care of them while you go to work. :D

Sarah: GUYYYYYS...

Harry: They can hang out with us old people and then we can spoil them rotten. XP

Sam: Oh my god STOP... DX

Sarah: Seriously, cut it ouuuut. DX

Key: What? We're just planning. Which is what YOU two should be doing. :P

Sarah: Okay, alright, but... not NOW... or HERE... DX

Claire: *tries to suppress a laugh*

Harry: Then when? And where?

Sam: Wuh - we don't know! D:

Harry: XP

Sarah: Can we really not talk about this now. D;

Key: The more you argue against us, them more we'll insist on knowing. :P

Claire: X)

Sam: But we don't know... D:>

Harry: *laughs gleefully - even rarer from him than a smile*

Claire: *grins when she hears this. the sound just made her HAPPIER than she already was*

Key: *gives Harry a surprised look--HOW LONG has it been since she hears a laugh like that*

Sarah: *is too flustered to really notice* XC

Harry: *he stops laughing shortly after beginning, though still grins happily at his son and Sarah*

Sam: *he can't help but smile widely, happier than he can ever remember being*

Sarah: ..? *finds herself smiling back at Harry*

Peoples: *start coming out with plates of food*

Sam: Oh - good thing we get to eat now, all that semi-dancing's made me hungry. ;D

Harry: Mh... *he has close to no appetite because of how ill he is, but he still enjoys the company of his wife, son, and daughter-in-law*

Sarah: Yeah, seriously... :P

Claire: *looks at Harry, wondering if he would want to eat at all* :/

Key: *waits for her food* ^^

Sam: *waits patiently, placing his hand on top of Sarah's* :)

Harry: *stares down at the table* ...

Sarah: *flips her hand over and laces her fingers with his* :)

Key: *grins at the couple, glad to see them to happy* X)

Claire: ... *quietly, to Harry* Not hungry?

Sam: *he nuzzles her, kissing her cheek, not noticing Key*

Harry: *he doesn't look up from the table, but answers Claire just as quietly* ... No...

Sarah: *nuzzles him back, briefly kissing him on the lips* <3

Key: *rests her head on her hands and looks way, not wanting to seem rude by staring--they deserved their moment*

Claire: It's okay. I understand. <:/

Sam: *jokingly* ... So how long do you think this will last before we start screaming at each other? :P

Harry: What do you understand?

Sarah: *grins* I think we should be fine for a while... :P

Claire: ...Never mind, Harry. <:/

Guy: *comes over with a bunch of plates on a tray and sets the food down in front of them*

Sam: Thank god, I was so hungry. D8 *EATS*

Harry: *watches Sam eat, a small smile on his face*

Sarah: *giggles at this, then starts eating as well, also quite hungry*

Key: *eats* Okay wow, they did a good job with this.

Claire: Mhmm. :) *also eats*

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Harry: ... I'd like that... maybe we can even show Sam, if he visits again...

Claire: *smiles* I think he'd love to see them...

Harry: ... After his honeymoon... wouldn't want to keep him from doing that with... with... uh... ... his wife.

Claire: Sarah. Her name is Sarah. <:(

Harry: ... Sorry... you know how bad my memory has gotten...

Claire: I know... it's alright. I'm sure she understands.

*later, people soon tire of dancing. Most sit back down at the tables, talking among themselves*

Sam: That was really nice. :)

Harry: *watches Sam and Sarah out of the corner of his eye*

Sarah: That really was... X)

Claire: ...? *follows Harry's glance* ...

Guy who plays the music: *announces that they will be serving dinner soon*

Harry: *thinking of something, he smirks a bit* ... Claire... can we sit with Sam and... her?

Sam: ... Jesus Christ, I'm your husband and you're my wife...

Claire: ? *looks over at Sam and Sarah's table* There are a couple of chairs open... sure, why not? *raises an eyebrow* What do you have in mind?

Sarah: ...oh my god, I know. This is kind of incredible.

Sam: ... And after all those years of loneliness and frustration... heh...

Harry: You'll see. *he winks at her, then gets up, walking over to the table with the help of his cane. He sits down at it* Hello.

Sam: Hey, Dad. :)

Sarah: No kidding--Oh, hey, Mr. Gatzsky. :D

Claire: *sits down next to Harry* Hello again, you two. :)

Sam: Hey, Mom. :)

Harry: So... *his smirk returns* When do you two plan on giving us grandkids?

Sam: BUH. WUH. Let's move AWAY from that topic, please! D8

Claire: *grins--THAT'S what he was trying to do*

Sarah: UM. It's kind of EARLY to be thinking about that, right? I mean... we JUST got married? D;

Harry: Oh, it's never too early to start planning. You should really start talking about it right now. I want some freaking grandchildren.

Sam: M-Mom? Help? D8

Claire: No, I agree, I want to see some kids. :P

Sarah: Oh god no. Pleeease tell me you didn't come over here just to convince us to have kids. DX

Key: *joins them at the table* Hellooo. ...What are we talking about that has my daughter's face looking like a tomato? D:/

Sarah: DON'T ASK.

Harry: We're talking about how very important it is for them to have children. XP

Sam: Guuuhhhh! DX

Key: Oh! I see...

Sarah: Could you please tell them to stop--

Key: No no, I think it'd a valid point, you really SHOULD start thinking about these things. :P

Sarah: ... *facepalms, her face incredibly flushed*

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Sam: You wanna keep dancing? <:P

Harry: *he lifts Claire's hand and nuzzles it, his cheek extremely warm from the fever, then kisses it *

Sarah: Only if you want to. :P

Claire: *frowns a bit at how impossibly warm he felt, but says nothing. she couldn't force him to go home, not now* <:( ...

Sam: I'm fine with it. XP

Harry: *looks up and frowns when he sees Claire frowning* ... What is it?

Sarah: Sooo... let's keep dancing, then. ^^

Claire: *gives him a sad smile, and shakes her head* Don't worry about it.

Sam: Will do. :P *he gets up with her, to the dance floor, and tries his best to dance with Sarah*

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Harry: *he keeps his frown, then leans over and brushes some hair out of Claire's face* <:( ...

Sarah: *once again goes easy on him (don't wanna embarass him in front of a crowd, heheh...) she laughs a little at the thought*

Claire: *takes his hand, and holds it to her cheek* ... <:(

Sam: *dances with Sarah, enjoying the moment with her, this time joined by friends - guests of the wedding*

Harry: *his body temperature is very high* ... You're cold... <:(

Claire: Maybe you're just warm... <:/

Harry: ... No I'm not... I'm a nice and reasonable temperature. You must be freezing. I should let you wear my coat. I don't need it. It's just part of the suit - I'll still look fancy enough. *he retracts his hand to quickly take off the coat, wiping away some sweat from his brow while doing so. He then hands it to Claire* <:(

Claire: ... *takes the coat, and puts it around her shoulders, if only to make him happy* ...Thank you.

Harry: *he smiles a little at Claire. He already knows she isn't cold. He knows it's what has happened to him. This fever of his. He only likes to think otherwise. To pretend it isn't there*

Claire: *smiles back at him--maybe he forgot he was sick. at least he would worry less...*

Harry: *he glances back at Sam and Sarah dancing with everyone his, his small smile staying put on his face* ... I... I can't remember our wedding...

Claire: Huh... well, if it's any consolation, it was nice. Really nice.

Harry: ... ... Will you tell me about it? Please?

Claire: ...It was a lot like this one... it was a bit quieter, though... less people... we were so happy...

Harry: *he smiles at the thought* ... I'm glad we were happy... I'm sad that I can't remember it...

Claire: Maybe we could look at some pictures when we get home...

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Harry: Not today. You can't worry about me at all today.

Claire: Why not? >:/

Harry: Because this isn't about me, this is about Sam and the one girl he's marrying who I forgot the name of.

Claire: *sighs in defeat* Fine... her name's Sarah, by the way.

Harry: Who's name is Sarah? A friend of yours? D;

Claire: *groans, and rests her head on her hand* Don't worry about it...

Harry: ... M'kay... <:/

Everyone: *arrives at the reception*

*a few minutes later*

Key: *picks up a microphone* Okay, now that everyone's settled... I would like to ask the bride and groom to come up to the dance floor... and have their first dance as a married couple. :)

Sarah: ! X) *stands up, and offers her hand to Sam* :)

Harry: :)

Sam: *smiles awkwardly at Sarah. He never learned to dance, really. He'd always been too busy in the Outpost to learn. Still, he takes Sarah's hand and walks with her to the dance floor*

Sarah: *when the music starts, she takes his free hand and puts it on her waist, then puts her hand on his shoulder, still holding his other hand. Assuming he has no dancing experience, she goes easy on him, and they merely swayed back and forth to the music. she smiles warmly at him, happy to be sharing this moment with him* ... <3

Claire: :)

Key: <:)

Sam: *he is relieved that this sort of dancing is simple enough, and he matches the swaying, happy - wonderfully happy. Happy enough to make his heart burst with the feeling*

Harry: *watches them, a smile on his normally-frowning face*

Sarah: *nuzzles Sam affectionately, not really minding the audience. it was just them now*

Claire: *sees this and grins. Today was just a good day. Lots of good things happening.*

Key: *watches her daughter dance with her new son-in-law and smiles sadly. she wishes Todd were still here to see this...*

Sam: *jokingly, while he dances with her* ... Good thing you're not really REALLY short, or else it would make this a lot more awkward... :P

Harry: *he looks at Claire with his smile, his rare, almost alien smile. Showing her how happy he is, how this is something he's wanted to see for a very long time*

Sarah: Tch... No kidding. I'm just glad you aren't really REALLY tall... oh wait, you kind of are. :P

Claire: *can't help but smile back--seeing him smile was such a rare thing nowadays... she puts her hand over his, rubbing the back of it with her thumb, now glad that he managed to convince her to let him come along*

Sam: *he laughs at this* Well, sucks to be me. XP

Harry: *he turns his hand over so that his palm touches hers. He rubs her hand right back*

Sarah: Naah... I like you tall. :3

Claire: *intertwines her fingers with his, giving him a warm smile*

Sam: Heh... good to know. XD

Harry: *holds Claire's hand in his, and let's his hand be held right back, returning the warm smile to Claire*

Sarah: *grins at him* ;D

Claire: *is simply happy to have him there*

*The music ends*

Guy playing the music: *announces that anyone can come up and dance now if they want to. he proceeds to play more upbeat music*

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Sam: ... Do you think my dad will be able to handle it? D:

Sarah: ...As long as he doesn't move around too much, I think he should be fine... <:/

Sam: I hope so... I'm glad he could come and all, but at the same time... I'm really not. He can't just go from bed-ridden to walking around. That's not healthy. <:(

Sarah: I know, I was surprised to see him there too... I guess he really just wanted to see this. <:/

Sam: *he smiles a little at this* Even with his messed-up head, he still managed to convince my mom that he wanted to and should come... he was... is... determined enough...

Sarah: That says something about how much he cares. <:)

Sam: *his smile widens a bit*

Harry: *arrives with Claire*

Sarah: ! Oh, hey! :D

Claire: Hello, you two. ^^

Sam: ^^

Harry: *he steps forward, to Sam, pulling him into a tight hug*

Sam: D: !?

Harry: ... I'm proud of you, Sam... I really am...

Sam: *he slowly hugs his father back. He is in shock, having just now heard the words he craved to hear all his life. His dad is proud of him. He's PROUD of him. He grows a large grin on his face as he hugs his father, extremely happy - and now not just from the wedding*

Sarah: <:)

Claire: *watches them. She had never seen Sam this happy...* <:)

Sam: *hugs his father for a while before finally letting go* ... Thank you... <:)

Harry: For hugging you? :/

Sam: *he smiles sadly at his dad, shaking his head slightly. He then backs away to be with Sarah again, holding her hand with his*

*the guests start to arrive*

Sarah: *tugs Sam over to the entrance, to greet people as they come in*

Claire: <:) ... Okay Harry, we need to go to our table. *leads him there, and pulls out the chair for him*

Sam: *helps Sarah greet people*

Harry: *carefully sits down at the table Claire picked, leaning his cane against it* Thank you...

Claire: You're welcome. *sits down next to him* ...Harry, if at any time you feel like you can't be here anymore, let me know... <:(

Harry: *gives Claire a somewhat annoyed look* I'll be FINE, Claire...

Claire: I'm allowed to worry about you, Harry...

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Sam: ... What's gonna happen when it does? :P

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Harry: That doesn't matter. We're not going home right now.

Sarah: I dunno, I'll probably cry again. Out of joy this time, though. :P

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Claire: ...

Sam: *lightly shoves her* It BETTER be out of joy! XP

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Harry: *wipes some more sweat from his brow* ...

Sarah: But of couuuurse. I wouldn't have married you if I knew I wasn't going to be happy, sillyhead. :P

Sam: Who knows? I might end up secretly being a wife-beating drunk. Better watch out, Sarah. ;D

Sarah: *lightly shoves him* Pfffft, riiiiight. I doubt it. XP

Sam: Oh I'm SERIOUS! Wolf in sheep's clothing, y'know? You'll have to stay in the kitchen and make me sandwiches FOREVER.

Sarah: *dramatically* Oh nooooooooooooo, what have I dooooone? *pretends to faint, "collapsing" on Sam's shoulder* XP

Sam: I guess that would also mean we WON'T be having a kid. :P

Sarah: Awwww.

Sam: Well, too late to back out now. :P

*they arrive at the hotel the reception is being held at*

Sarah: *gets out of the car, and waits for Sam* I hope our parents get here soon...

Sam: *gets out of the car after her* Well, they left right after us, right? They should be here soon.

Sarah: Allllrighty then. We should probably go find that dining hall... *goes into the hotel with Sam, and goes to the dining hall they had reserved for the reception* Oh good, almost everything's set up already...

Sam: Awesome. Now all we have to do is wait for everyone to show the hell up. :D

Sarah: Hahahah, yeah. XD This is gonna be one helluva party. X3

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