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Romeo was getting married.
Romeo was getting married, and maybe it wasn't the first time but it was the first time he understood what he was doing.
Perhaps that was why it was the first time he'd been nervous.
He paced around the spot on the beach that would be their chapel in his bare feet and wedding suit, occasionally pausing to make small talk with Balthasar or Miho or the priest. His mind wasn't in it; all he wanted was his Yurika.
And then their lives could start.
[OOC: NFB due to distance.]
Romeo was getting married, and maybe it wasn't the first time but it was the first time he understood what he was doing.
Perhaps that was why it was the first time he'd been nervous.
He paced around the spot on the beach that would be their chapel in his bare feet and wedding suit, occasionally pausing to make small talk with Balthasar or Miho or the priest. His mind wasn't in it; all he wanted was his Yurika.
And then their lives could start.
[OOC: NFB due to distance.]
