"What's the matter, Logan?" questioned Mister Ravenscroft. "You're looking a bit blue…"
"What?!" frantically, the incubus touched his face, particularly around his forehead, finding no signs of his horns reappearing. "Where?!"
"Nowhere!" Theodore laughed. "It's just an expression! I didn't really mean it like that…"
The two men stood in the ground floor of the hotel they were all staying in, waiting in the room everyone would eventually filter into when the festivities started. There were a few people, here and there—mostly family members of Travis, with a few of Patricia's who were also waiting. There were a few staff members of the hotel and a few other hired hands making adjustments and doing prepwork, making the two supernaturals wonder if they, too, should be helping, but neither of them had any idea how.
Mister Ravenscroft was dressed in a reddish-brown suit with dark brown elbow pads and a green tie. It didn't quite fit right on him and made him stick out like a sore thumb, but it was the nicest suit he owned. Logan, on the other hand, wore a suit his boyfriend put together for him specifically, so it fit him very well and was very on trend. It was dark grey with a light blue tie and an orange pocket square poking out of the breast pocket. He was distinctively lacking a tail, horns, and his usual distinct blue hue, as he tried to blend in with the "other" humans. It was replaced by a light brown colour, with dark freckles still dotting his face.
Letting out a sigh of relief, the incubus replied: "This place is going to be full of humans, soon. They're going to surround us and do things that I don't understand. Ordinarily, I would be perfectly alright with it, but somehow, it feels kinda…"
"Scary?"
"Not quite, but also yes? Kristopherson is busy and I don't know anyone here. Anyone but you, of course, but still. I don't know if I can convincingly pass for human for that long!"
"Why not? You look human?"
"Yeah, on the surface, but not if I actually need to talk to them. What do I even say? I can't even answer basic questions about myself! I'm a terrible liar!"
"Sure you can!" Theodore counted off on his fingers as he spoke. "You can talk about what kind of work you do, how you know the couple, and… uh…"
"'And?'"
"And… Hm… Give me second…"
"While you're thinking of that, you can also try and think of answers for where I went to school, where I'm from, and all that, too."
"I guess you're kinda right…" the warlock conceded. "I went to a human school, so I didn't really think about that, I guess… What do you normally do in situations like this?"
"Flail about while Kristopherson thinks of a good lie." Logan bluntly answered, taking another glance around the room. "He's busy, though… Hopefully, everyone holds out on talking to me until after he's done!"
"Well, if they can't, I'll help cover for you. We'll say that you went to school with me or something."
"Would you? That would be a lot of help!"
"Anytime. Just give me a signal if you need help."
"Thanks… I have no idea how to navigate all of this." Logan said, looking around at the décor. "It's all really spectacular, isn't it? Not at all like weddings back home… Normally, people would just put on their nicest clothes, maybe get a few flowers, and have it in their livingroom or The Wolf's Glen or somewhere…"
"Right? Nowadays, a lot of people are having them in the square, since it's nice and open." Theodore replied, doing the same. "Humans go really all out, don't they?"
"Kristopherson was worried about them using real silver in the cutlery."
"Seriously?! Why would someone even do that? That's so much silver for just forks and spoons!"
"He said that Travis was going to make sure there was none at the supernatural table, but I know, it's really surprising! In fact, when I was out in London, last, I saw a whole magazine about weddings. It was really shocking! So much money on clothes and decorations! And the rings! Oh, the rings… Just thinking about it makes me feel woozy…"
"Yeah, I hear they're really expensive. When I was in school, I heard that humans are supposed to spend about three months' pay on an engagement ring."
"Th-three months?!"
"I'd hate to imagine what the actual wedding rings cost…"
As a sigh escaped him, the incubus' face scrunched and he rubbed his forehead, in agony over the thought. "Three months… Oof… That… I don't really know what to make of that… I have no idea what to do about that…"
"Do you need to do something about that?" Theodore questioned, arching an eyebrow at his acquaintance.
"Ah… Well… Kris comes from a bit of a rich family, like this one, so this is a bit spectacular, even for humans…" Logan sighed. "Even if I saved three months' worth of wages, I'm not really sure I could afford anything to his tastes!" There was a slight pause before he added: "If I was going to propose, that is…"
"Oh, that's right, you've been dating for a few years, haven't you?"
"Yeah… And, well, going to a wedding sort of makes you think about it, I guess!"
"Haha, yeah… It's still way too early for me. I want to wait a while before I think about going through all that again."
"Oh, right! You were married before!"
Bashfully, the warlock chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah… I don't regret it. It felt like the right decision at the time and I stand by it, but I'd still like to take my time, I think. Our wedding was pretty typical for a couple of sorcerers. We managed to make it out to the countryside, though, and have it in the forest."
"Oh, that sounds really nice!"
"Yeah, it was free, too!" Theodore laughed. "You can still have a really beautiful ceremony without spending a lot of money. I think Kris wouldn't be too wrapped up about how expensive things are, as long as they're nice."
"He is big on aesthetics…" Logan pondered, rubbing his chin. "I am too, though, just in a different way, I guess. It would need to be somewhere where both humans and supernaturals can go, and I'm still not sure about a ring…"
"You'll figure it out before it's time."
"Yeah…" Logan didn't sound certain, but he felt a bit of solace, knowing there was still time to think about it. In the meantime, however, he continued scanning the room every so often for the wolfman, hoping to spend some time with him for a bit before everything started.
The incubus' searching around the room ceased for just a moment as his eyes fixated on someone just out of Theodore's sight, prompting the warlock to turn his head. There, he saw Daniel approaching with great urgency, closely followed by the Phantomhive baronet. In response, Theodore stood up to meet him. There was a twinge of concern on his face at the strangeness of Daniel's behaviour.
"Hey," he greeted. "Is something wrong?"
"No," Daniel quickly replied. "Er, yes? Kind of? We have a bit of a situation with wardrobes…"
"Dan forgot his tie." Jim chimed in, beating Daniel to the explanation.
"Yeah, what he said." Putting his hands on the warlock's biceps, Mister Westley attempted to reassure him. "It's nothing major, but Jim and I need to run out for a bit to try and find a new one. Will you be okay here for a bit?"
"Yeah? Sure." Theodore answered with a smile. "It's always only ever when there's something important that these things happen, isn't it?" he laughed.
"Yeah, pretty much. I'll be right back, though. Love you." Quickly, Daniel gave his beau a peck on the lips before walking backwards away from him, steered only by Jim's hand on his shoulder as he was dragged off to parts unknown. With a wave, Mister Westley promised: "I'll make it up to you, later~!"
"I'll hold you to it!" answered the warlock, returning the gesture before returning to his seat, smiling as Daniel did in his typical goofy way, even in the midst of crisis.
Eventually, Daniel turned around and navigated himself as he and the demon left the room. He followed Jim through the venue and out the door, still wearing that same, dopey grin on his face. Upon reaching the car and finally getting a glimpse of his face, the blonde finally commented on it.
"You seem remarkably happy for someone who is in a bit of trouble with the groomsmen." observed the Phantomhive while the two of them buckled their seatbelts. He checked his mirrors and turned the ignition key while the other replied.
"Shut up." was Daniel's biting comeback. "You've made stupid faces after talking to Ciel. Let me have this."
"You like him in a suit, don't you?" bluntly suggested the demon. With a laugh, his friend could only answer affirmatively.
"Yeah… He looks good."
"Gay."
"You're gay!"
"You're gay!" the menace insisted back, shifting gears and slowly moving from his parking spot. He cautiously drove through the parking lot, being aware of his surroundings in case an unsuspecting pedestrian decided to walk out from in between a few cars without checking for traffic.
"Yeah, I'm pretty gay…" Daniel finally nodded. "I mean, arguably, I could be gayer, but yeah…"
"I mean, kissing blokes is pretty gay, Dan." Flicking on his turn signal, Jim waited in order to pull out onto the street. "Telling them 'I love you…' Insisting we take a detour just so you can see him…"
"Shut up! Like you haven't done that shit with Ciel!"
"I didn't tell him we were leaving to his face." Jim replied, looking both ways. "I sent him a text."
"Oh…"
"With a lot of hearts and kissy emojis." clarified the menace before pulling out onto the street. Gradually, he picked up speed, creating some distance between them and the hotel in a fairly short amount of time. Once it was no longer visible in the rear view mirror, Jim let go of the wheel with one of his hands and flipped a switch on the dashboard.
Blue lights began to flash and with another switch, a siren roared to life. Instinctively, his passenger covered his ears at the loud noise, neglecting to hold onto anything before Jim suddenly increased pressure on the gas pedal. Daniel was spontaneously thrown backwards against his seat and grabbed the handle above the door for dear life. He was in for the most terrifying car ride of his life.
There was no small talk to be had as cars pulled over to give them room as they zoomed past and weaved in and out of the traffic that failed to do so by the time they approached them. Daniel's heart was pounding in his chest as adrenaline soaked his brain, forcing it to try and process everything as it passed them by quicker than he could process. He couldn't seem to pry himself from the back of the seat at any point during this trip, nor did he really want to. His knuckles turned white on the grip as he clung for his own safety and sanity. Seeing traffic lights approach, the brunet's eyes squeezed shut, fully anticipating getting t-boned in a terrible accident as they crossed the intersection. It was only upon reaching their destination and coming to a stop that he realise how tightly his muscles were clenched.
The lights and siren were switched off and Jim slowly and safely parked again, allowing Daniel to finally breathe. The blonde unbuckled his seatbelt and glanced at his watch with a grin. "We made great time! It only took us a few minutes!" he declared, opening the door and stepping out. "C'mon, Danny! Time's a-wastin'!"
"Minutes?" weakly mumbled the poor passenger as he freed himself from that deathtrap of a car. "More like hours… Now I know how you've managed to wreck more than one of these things…"
"Bombs don't count as wrecking a car." Jim stated. "Let's go! The quicker we get this done, the quicker we can get back to Travis, and also your manly stud-poppet."
The demon had located the nearest department store and quickly ushered his friend inside. As much as he joked about Daniel, it almost seemed like he, himself, had some motive in this apart from the one he was already supposed to have. Jim simply wanted to get back to the festivities, however, and was worried about being late and missing something important. It was his first time actually being involved in someone else's wedding, after all, and he was determined to do a good job. That just left the simple matter of locating the men's clothing department and rifling through their formalwear.
As they made their way through the shop, they couldn't help but wonder if their attire told a story. They wore matching suits, but one was noticeably missing a tie. Sure, it could be a coincidence, but perhaps not. It didn't matter if other people knew, but the thought crossed the pair's minds. Hopefully, their misfortune could at least be found humourous to others, even though they didn't find it very funny.
The two men walked into the suit section of the department store, making a beeline for the ties, desperate to find anything that could possibly work. There were patterns upon patterns that did not work, purple plaids, colourful swirls, gimmicky ties, and ties with shapes, patterns, and colours that they couldn't even fathom what situation they would be suitable in.
"Is this in fashion?" Daniel questioned, arching his eyebrow at some polka-dotted monstrosity.
"Being fashionable isn't everything, I guess. You've seen that shit they put on runways." Jim replied.
"That's true… And Kris makes fun of my ties!"
At that moment, Jim could have said something rather mean, but being a good friend and deciding it was not really worth it, he held his tongue, choosing not to be a dick. "Where the hell are the solid colours?"
"I found a black tie with stripes?" Daniel suggested.
"Maybe? Hold onto it for a minute…" Circling the display table like a predator tracking prey, Jim kept his eyes peeled for something that looked applicable. "Oh, here they are… I don't see the right texture, though…"
"Does it matter?" The other man asked, standing on the tips of his toes and looking over the table instead of walking around it.
"Well, these are shiny, and the other ones like mine aren't…" Blowing a raspberry, the demon furrowed his brow. "Seriously? How hard is it to find a black necktie?"
"Sorry…"
"It's not your fault they don't got nothin'."
"Yeah, but it's my fault for losing the tie in the first place…"
"So what?" questioned the demon. "It's already done, so don't worry about it. We're gonna fix it."
"But how?"
"We'll just have to try another store." Jim declared, beginning to leave. "Come on. Let's try again."
Daniel didn't like that. He hesitated before following, looking down at the floor as they made their way out of the store. Once they got out into the parking lot, he checked his phone. They had an hour and a half remaining, so they still had time, but he didn't want to run the risk of cutting it close. They needed to be there to hype Travis up before everything started. It was their job as groomsmen.
Once again, they strapped themselves in and left the parking lot. Once they were out on the road, however, Daniel wished that he went to the bathroom while in the store as the flashing lights went on. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the handle above the doorway, squeezing his eyes shut as the demon drove like… well, a demon. Jim was weaving in and out of traffic, running stoplights and if there was ever a moment when Daniel wondered if befriending the enemy of God was perhaps a bad thing, it was right then. He didn't even get a moment to return to his resting heartrate after they pulled into the next stop, as he was tugged from the vehicle and forced to continue their quest.
"What the fuuuuck? What is with this? Is everyone suddenly opposed to black ties?" questioned the menace, turning one of the racks that the ties were hanging on. "Isn't black always in fashion? I feel like I heard that somewhere?"
"I dunno, mate. I'm still struggling to tell the difference between some of these." Daniel replied, holding up a pair. "Are these black are dark grey?"
Squinting at them for a moment, the menace sighed. "Dark blue."
"What the fuck?" Shaking his head, Mister Westley put them back and kept looking. "Isn't it close enough?"
"Honestly, from a distance, probably not, but I'd rather not cause Kris to have an aneurysm in the middle of the ceremony."
"Yeah… That probably wouldn't be too good…" Pausing, Daniel thought for a moment. "What IS an aneurysm."
"When an artery wall weakens and balloons out. It can kill a person if it ruptures, but if it's in the brain, it can put pressure on it and- wait, this isn't the time or place for that… Weddings. We're talking about weddings, today."
"Wow, you're pretty smart, Jim…"
"Why do you sat that like it's a surprise?" the menace questioned, narrowing his eyes at his friend. He wasn't serious in his indignation, however. "Ugh… No luck… These are all too shiny, still. We'll have to try somewhere else. How much time do we have left?"
"Uh… Let me see…" Taking out his phone, the other man looked at the time. "A little over an hour?"
"Shit… We've only gone to two stores… We're making terrible time… We don't have much choice though, it looks like. Alright, let's head out, Danny…"
"Uh, actually, can you wait here for a second?" Daniel somewhat sheepishly proposed. "I have to go to the toilet, first."
"Alright. I'll give this place one more sweep while you do that." Quickly, Mister Westley set off, half-jogging away while Jim pondered over the table with a furrowed brow. His arms were crossed over his chest and he tugged at his lip with his fingers. "Another way…" he murmured to himself. "A different pattern, or... something else?" Picking up the black tie he had found previously, he ran his thumb across the fabric and pondered.
He put his brain to work while Daniel quickly made his way to the restroom, did his business, and started the trek back again. Mister Westley made it to the men's clothing department and fell just short of rounding the corner and arriving at the ties, as something else caught his eye. It was a tie bar, used to clip a man's tie to his shirt and hold it in place. It was a dull silver with the skull of a bird on it. Immediately, Daniel's mind jumped to thinking about his own partner, a warlock by the name "Ravenscroft." He had to admit, it did suit his beau, and it was on sale, too! The only reason not to get it was that they were in a hurry. Even standing there to ponder it was wasting valuable time.
"Dan!" his friend called out, causing the human to nearly drop the thing, but he somehow managed to catch it just in time for Jim to grab him by the arm and start leading him away. "Let's go! I have an idea!"
"What is it?"
"I'll tell you when we get to the car." the demon grinned. "Let's hurry!"
"Wait! I need to put this back!" Daniel declared, trying to tug away from his compatriot, causing the blonde to stop.
"Put what back?" the menace questioned, turning his head to look back at the other man. Arching an eyebrow, he glanced down at the small box. "What's that?"
"Uh, a tie clip." somewhat bashfully answered the brunet. "I dunno, I just… picked it up, y'know?"
"Huh… I wouldn't have thought you were into that sort of thing." Jim commented, taking a closer look at the object.
"Not for me! For Ted! It, uh… I dunno, I think it kinda suits him…"
"Well, are you gonna get it?"
"I mean, we don't have time, and… Oh, I dunno…"
"If you think he'd like it, you should get it." Jim stated, letting go of the other man. "I get little things like that for Ciel all the time. Hell, I've bought him clothes before, so go ahead! If my idea works, we should have time!"
"Really? You can just… do that? Isn't it tacky to give your boyfriend something at somebody else's wedding?"
"I mean, as long as you're not making a big show of it and upstaging the ceremony, yeah." the menace shrugged.
"And you can just… Give your boyfriend things? Like, for no reason?"
"Thinking he'll like it is a good enough reason to give him something, isn't it? If you want to get it for him, you should get it for him."
Much to the blonde's surprise, Daniel looked as though he had unlocked some valuable new information. The fact that this was a thing that could be done wasn't entirely novel to Daniel, but the idea that he, himself, could do it too was somewhat of a revelation. He did want to give this to Theodore. He could purchase it and he could in fact present it to him! Neither of them really knew or understood why this was a new concept to him and Daniel did find it somewhat embarrassing that it was, but he still liked it.
"I'll get it, then." he nodded. "You can wait in the car if you want."
"Alright. Sounds good." laughed the menace, pleased nonetheless that Daniel was pleased. With a wave, he started to walk again. "See you in a bit, then."
Enthusiastically, Daniel headed to the checkout and they parted ways, with Jim making his way to the parking lot. Once in the quiet car, he relaxed a little bit. His mind was a bit at ease with the fact that he had a bit of a plan, now, even if he didn't quite know if it would work. Flipping the sun visor down, he opened up the mirror that was stowed away on the opposite side of it and trained it on his neck and chest. The demon popped his collar and loosened his tie, removing it and placing it in his lap before he began to call upon his dark powers from the safety of sitting behind tinted glass.
It seemed like an inappropriate time and place to be doing this, but it was perhaps the easiest way to solve their problems, if he somehow managed to pull it off. He concentrated on forming the right shape, weaving the diabolical threads of his demonic garb around his neck. No one outside of the vehicle could see the black flames flickering, but could perhaps smell a campfire if they stood close enough to the black Mercedes.
The result was rather convincing, he found. Honestly, he was genuinely surprised, as he hadn't ever really merged his demonic garb with ordinary clothes before, but folding his collar back down somewhat sealed the deal for him. It was just in time, too, as soon after, he heard Daniel knock on the passenger side window, beckoning him to unlock the door and let him in. With a grunt, the brunet plopped down in the seat and shut the door, buckling his seatbelt while trying to maneuver the box in his hand at the same time. He struggled with both, forcing Jim to wait on him while holding out a tie for him to wear.
"Where'd you get that?" Daniel asked, finally seeing the offered garment.
"It's the one I was wearing." Jim stated. "I made this one with my demon threads. Pretty good, right?"
"You're fucking ridiculous, you know that, right?"
"I'm smart and you know it. Put it on so we can go back."
"Hang on a second…" Clumsily, Mister Westley looped the strip of fabric around his neck, still fumbling with the box. Soon, he decided that he needed to do something with it instead of flailing around with it. "Do you mind if I leave the box in here and just take the clip with me? It'll probably be better not to have it anyway, so it doesn't take attention away from Travis and Pat."
"Sure, mate, go on."
The two sat a while longer while Daniel carefully opened the container, being careful not to accidentally drop the small accessory into the floor or under the seat. Removing the clip, he tossed the empty packaging into the backseat while looking at it, making sure that it was in good working order. Truth be told, Daniel was rather pleased with it. He certainly hoped Ted would like it and preferably, would wear it soon, but his time for admiring his purchasing choice had to be short, so he started to place the clip in his pocket. Then, his fingertips brushed against something.
Daniel froze. It was the sort of stillness exhibited by a small prey animal when they suspected a predator was near. His brows were raised and his eyes were wide as he sat there frozen in the passenger seat, having a feeling as to what the object he felt in his pocket was, but simultaneously being far too terrified to retrieve it and confirm his fears.
"What's wrong?" questioned the blonde, noticing his friend's distress. "Are you alright?"
Daniel needed to make a choice, here. He could pretend that nothing had happened and allow the projected sequence of events to unfold, thus allowing everyone to escape this situation unscathed, or he could tell the truth. Swallowing the lump that was forming in his throat, he pinched the object between his fingers and slowly removed it from his pocket. Lo and behold, fashioned into a loose coil was a long strip of black fabric with one end thicker than the other; looking exactly like the one that Jim had just handed him.
"Oh for fuck's sake!" scoffed the menace, lurching back into his seat. "You git!"
"I'm sorry! I looked everywhere for it! Honest!"
"We drove all over the place with the damn police lights on and you had it on you the whole fucking time?"
"I'm sorry…"
The two looked at each other in silence, waiting for something more to happen. Then, at the exact same time, the two sputtered and started to snicker. As irritating as it was, they couldn't help but find humour in it.
"Give me back my fucking tie, you prick." Jim ordered with his hand outstretched, prompting Daniel to remove the garment from around his neck and hand it over to the demon. In an instant, the fake tie around Jim's neck disappeared in a puff of black fire and the baronet popped his collar again to put the real deal back on.
After the two of them were properly dressed, Jim paused for a moment, shaking his head with a smirk before letting out another laugh. Switching the engine on, this time, they didn't need to turn the lights back on to return to the hotel. They drove at an ordinary pace, allowing Daniel to have a bit of a break from fearing for his life.
Upon their return, they once again entered the suite where the other groomsmen were staying and bore witness to an unusual scene. Poor Kristopherson, run ragged from running to and fro while attending to everyone's wardrobe, laid in the floor to rest while his boyfriend allowed him to use his lap as a pillow. Meanwhile, those who were still alive and well gathered around the television, where Audrey had somehow inexplicably managed to convince the others to play games with him on the videogame console he somehow thought to bring with him on this trip. Audrey, the groom, Theodore, and even a very confused one hundred and forty-two year old demon had a controller in their hands.
"Wait, where am I?" questioned the Watchdog, his brow furrowed in concentration.
"You're the blue guy with the sword." answered Audrey.
"Ugh! Stop it! I'm trying to- Ugh!"
"Not used to videogames, old man?"
"I own a videogame company. I just don't play fighting games… Why did you make me play as this guy, anyway?"
"Because he looks like you."
"He does not..."
Jim couldn't help but roll his eyes at his beau's complaint, but was also sincerely happy that he was getting along while playing with the others. Daniel was similarly happy that Theodore found something to do and seemed to be having fun as well. They stepped into the room just as Ciel's character died and he looked like he was just about to hurl the controller through the screen. Luckily, Jim's return distracted him long enough to prevent this fate.
"How'd it go?" Ciel questioned, gently setting the controller down and turning to face the newcomers. "Everything looking alright?"
"Yeah, everything's looking good." the menace replied, giving him a thumbs up. He noticed Kristopherson lifting his head slightly to look at them, making sure that both Jim and Daniel were wearing ties that matched. Pleased with his findings, he lowered his head back down again and closed his eyes. Pointing, the blonde Phantomhive asked: "Who killed Kris?"
"He's been running around all day." his beau casually informed. "There was an issue where the zipper on one of the bridesmaids dresses wasn't working."
"He sewed a woman into her dress." Audrey chimed in.
"It sounds worse than it is. The consensus was that this sort of thing happens a lot." nodded Ciel. "Then, he had to fix a tear on another dress, sew a button on Travis' dad's suit, and hem Audrey's trousers. Luckily, there was nothing wrong with Travis and Patricia's clothes."
"One of Patty's aunts talked to him for a long time about possibly making alterations to some of her clothes at home." added the reaper. "Patty had to make up a distraction so he could get away."
"Will he be alive in time for the ceremony?" questioned the blonde, only to get a thumbs up from Kristopherson in return.
The group carried on, killing time while trying to keep Travis as calm as possible before everything started. Jim took Ciel's place playing videogames and Kristopherson focused on regaining his strength while his friends continued to make merry without him. He wanted to take a nap, but refused in order to avoid having crease marks on his face from a pillow during the ceremony.
Less than an hour remained until they absolutely needed to get moving. All of them were nervous, not just Travis, as they were all invested in this, but Travis himself was trying especially hard to be zen. Ordinarily, that was a feat that was nothing to him. It was simply his nature. Today, however, he found himself a mess of nerves and clumsily made mistakes while his attention was torn between the game and everything else that was going on. In one hour's time, he would find out if everything was going to happen the way that it was meant to. People had started arriving at the venue some time ago and were steadily growing in number by the moment. If everything didn't go well, he might embarrass himself in front of both his and Patricia's sizable extended families as well as their friends, but he tried to keep realistic about it. It was like Ciel had asked of him earlier: "What is the absolute worst thing that could happen?" When he thought about them, Travis felt that they would indeed be small things in the long run, but still, his anxiousness persisted. Only time would tell if the ceremony would go off without a hitch. Until then, he played this silly game with his friends.
"Ah, you died again." said Audrey.
Maybe this wasn't as relaxing as he thought it would be.
A/N: Hello, everyone. Once again, I have been running around quite a bit, but I'm hoping this next chapter will be up faster... I keep saying that and it never happens, but I can dream, can't I?
I don't have much else to say, this time. I'm probably gonna start the next one in... Eh... Let's say two hours?
I dunno. Just sometime before I go to bed lmao
Whenever that will be
Until the next chapter, my duckies~!
