Okay, so he was going to do this.
He was really going to do this, going to properly greet her, act normal, natural, natural Len, natural-!
'"So, um, Rin; you're my wife, right..?"
His lips were pursed, teeth clenched together tightly.
Alright, he can do this, he can still try to bring the mood up and maybe even toss a good wink in there or two, try to turn a switch on to whatever charms he even harboured left even though the girl seated across from him was just as emotionless as one of those ridiculously expensive stuffed animals you buy off from airport giftshops: "I guess I'm your husband then, haha."
Wow, great introduction there, Len, keep it going!
Not like you could blame him, really, having everything forced onto him so suddenly like this at only the ripe age of sixteen years'.. lord, he really should've taken a break. He doesn't want this, nope, nope, he should've fleed the country upon the first mentioning of an engagement, not stuck around like some bloody idiot who–
Ah, she's pretty, though.
He's never been one to turn down the offer of a pretty womans' hand in marriage, haha.. not to say that he's ever even received an offer before, however..
"Uh, you smell nice."
".. So I kinda' wanted to run away at first, but my dad threatened to cut off my debit card, so now I'm here. Yep. What about you?"
"Nice face you got there, by the way."
Despite his multiple advancements she only continued looking at him like he's a stupid lost puppy running around a glass confinement with the hope that he'll find a family one day.
God, those cruel, cruel, cerulean eyes looking down at him as if he's a gone, completely hopeless case.
"You're fifteen, right? Right, I read up on you.. oh, um, I didn't mean that in a creepy way, just a tad bit of checking up.. didn't expect you to be younger than me, I've always fantasized about marrying older women, see. Oh, not that there's anything wrong with you..!" God, he tends to drabble alot, doesn't he? "Ofcourse, I'd expected a tad bit more in the bosom area- actually, you have a rather large gift right over there don't you, haha ha ha––"
Don't start praising her breasts Len, don't, please don't, you'll end up injuring yourself.
It took a while before he finally gave up.
Just.. keeled over and bent his head low, bangs covering his own eyes and trying to hide the despair in which he'd managed to destruct everything and ruin his chances of ever having a somewhat-normal relationship with a girl.
Until her fingers tugged at the hem of his jacket: it directed his notice towards her, watching as the girl looked directly into his gaze, crimson cheeks and wrinkling her small nose for a moment before she parted those soft pink lips and finally spoke, revealed the quiet purr of her voice that he's been craving to hear ever since he'd heard about the girl and graced the same presence as her.
"I.. e-engleesh..? I c-cannot..?"
don't know where i was going with this but,,
arranged marriage with someone who doesn't speak the same language as you. bye.