Marrying 117

Jiralhanae

The Master Chief sits in his room, thinking about how should he ask the newly human Cortana to marry him. Holding a small velvet box in his hand, he opens it, revealing a beautiful diamond engagement band. Her favorite, a white gold diamond cut; the diamond shaped like a jewel-encrusted grunt. He smiles, knowing she would love this ring more than any other possession, maybe even him. The Master Chief starts to practice popping the question.

"Will you marry me? Nah, that's not right. Cortana, will you marry me? That's not right either. I love you and---That's not right. Will you be my wife? Man, I'll never get this right! I'd better get it right if I'm to become her husband."

While John is busy muttering loudly to himself, the Arbiter is standing in the doorway, listening to every word.

"John, what are you doing?'

He whirls around in shock, feeling a bit embarrassed and a tad naked without his helmet.

"Um, thinking out loud? Talking to myself?" John sighs and shakes his head. "I'm about to ask Cortana to marry me. There, are you happy now, Arm-Biter?"

The Arbiter folds his arms protestingly and frowns.

"Don't call me 'Arm-Biter', Master Leaf," He says cynically. "I'm not the one trying to ask Cortana to marry me."

John scoffs, and then smirks playfully.

"How about I make you my best man, Arbiter?"

He looks at the ceiling, stroking his bottom lip.

"Let me think about it…Sure, John. Anything for a Hierarch-killing, Sacred Ring-destroying, Responsible-for-the-spreading-of-the Flood, Demon friend."

Look out for the part two 'The Question' Coming soon!