Due to a couple of requests, and the realization that it would indeed be adorable, here's a quick little sequel to "The Girl I'm Going to Marry." Yes, Joey is made of cupcakes and rainbows, and if I could marry that kid, I would. (and if I was younger, of course. Tee hee.)

Without further hesitation, let us launch right into the sequel then, shall we?

I still don't own, yo.

Have a lovely week~

Love, Sadie

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Fate must have been rooting for them, for the day was infinitely close to perfect.

All it would take is a few moments and the sun would begin to fall behind the horizon, spilling its fire-colored contents across the canvas of the sky until the night would come after and mop up the vibrant mess. Then the stars would awaken and stretch their lightened limbs, until their reaches were seen even on the farthest point on earth. And after, the clouds that were drifting slowly above would disappear into the distance, and the clear sky would grin that them from above.

It was the perfect opportunity and Wally was going to take it. But first, there were a few orders of business to take care of, most of them mainly involving his miniature doppelganger that was currently smashing the computer player's character in a two-dimensional wrestling game, complete with cheesy sound effects and the occasional melody that signaled victory.

So he sat down on the couch beside the smaller boy and waited for him to finish the match, watching as the mashed combination of buttons produced a body-slam that brought the digitalized fighter to the ground. As the gong sounded out of the television speakers, the boy let out a crow of victory and then started to set up another game, before he realized Wally was there. The corners of his mouth stretched upward into a boyish grin, complete with dimples and a gap in his teeth.

"Wanna fight me?" His head cocked toward the game, and while Wally considered the idea that thrashing the small boy in a game would be fairly entertaining, there were much more pressing matters at hand that required discussion. So he shook his head, and the boy frowned slightly and put down his controller, looking at Wally expectantly. He must have known that Wally needed to talk to him.

So Wally cleared his throat and began to speak, with a much more serious note in his voice than he ever cared to achieve. He didn't know how to break it to the younger one of the pair, and he was tensed for some tirade of destruction that would follow, one that would involve smashed pots and a broken lamp and a controller that would hit the wall on the other side of the room. Not exactly a beautiful sight.

Thus, when he plowed forth into subjects previously unchartered, he did so with the utmost caution. "Joey, you know that Kuki comes over here a lot. . ."

"Yeah!" The boy's head nodded excitedly, and he grinned his gap-toothed grin, the one that seemed like it was going to tear his face in half if he smiled any bigger. His entire heart was just one big soft spot for the cheerful oriental girl, who had so neatly captured his naïve little heart with her charisma. "Is she coming over here tonight?"

"That's what I want to talk to ya about. . ." Wally fumbled around slightly and dug his fingers in his pockets, but considering what they held, that did not help his situation at all. So he yanked his hands back out and twisted them into his lap, trying to approach the subject with a sensitivity that would belay the child's predictable, unpleasant response. "You like her, right?"

The boy's eyes did an obstinate, rebellious circle in their sockets. "Duh." As though this would prove his statement easily, he pulled a bright red lollipop out of his own pocket and held it up in the light, displaying the shiny wrapper that held his delectable treat inside. "Look what she brought me last time!"

"Yeah, nice." The only reason for his distraction concerning the treat was his distraction concerning more important matters. He didn't know how to fish information out of the boy without making his own intentions completely clear. Why was talking to children so incredibly difficult, given their undeveloped minds and simple world views? "She must bring you a lot of treats."

"Yup!" Unwrapping the sweet and shoving it into his cheek, he grinned happily. "The guy who's gonna marry her is gonna be so lucky."

Wait a second. "I thought you were going to marry her," Wally said casually, poking at the bulge in the boy's cheek. It took all the effort he possessed, but he managed to keep himself from sounding too interested at the boy's dismissive statement.

Joey scoffed as though Wally's brain cells had leaked out his ears and were now dribbling onto the floor. "No, duuuh. I wanted to marry her, like, a jillion years ago. Now I'm going to marry my teacher. Her name is Miss Johanson."

Wally's face burst into a smile and he tried to hide it from the boy. "So, Joey. You won't mind if I married her?"

Joey's eyes lit up, like sunlight reflecting off of emeralds. "You mean, like, she'd be my sister? And over here all the time?"

Wally laughed and brushed a hand over the back of his neck, knowing that a shade of dark red was creeping its way across his skin and into the tops of his cheeks. "Yeah. Yeah, hopefully."

The boy let out a yell of joy and leaped into Wally's lap, nodding his head up and down so quickly that his hair began to flop up and down with the motion of his head. It sent quite a few volts of pain into Wally's legs, having the boy's frame jumping on top of them, but he was too busy trying to settle down Joey's obvious excitement at the prospect of having Kuki as a sister. "When're you gonna ask her?!"

"Tonight?" Sheepishly, Wally pulled out the little velvet box from his pocket and held it out to Joey, whose eyes widened significantly into plate-sized orbs. His breath came out in a small exhale as he realized the importance of the box. Although they had known Kuki now for a long time, and even though she had become a regular family guest, the significance of the box was not lost on the small boy.

"What're you waiting for?!" Joey yanked Wally off the couch with all of his small-boy might, and then began to push him for the door. In reality, his force didn't do much, but Wally let him continue to think that he was capable of pushing his older brother around. He hesitated at the door, and then turned and grinned at the tiny version of himself.

A hand reached out and ruffled the crop of hair that sat loftily on the small boy's head. "Love you, bro." The only response he got was another push in the direction of Kuki's house, and so with a laughter that signified the anxiety and excitement for what was to come, he disappeared into the darkness of the streets.