Requested by: Midnight49
Current Client: Frankenstein
Irisviel:...
Frankenstein:...
Irisviel: Excuse me, what's all this?
Caules: She seemed to want to see you, so I took her. I don't know what she wants, though.
Irisviel: Can she talk?
Caules: Not that I've seen.
Frankenstein: *grunts*
Irisviel: Well, that was informative.
Frankenstein: *grabs Caules' hand and yanks it toward Irisviel*
Irisviel: I'm afraid I don't follow.
Frankenstein: *grabs Caules' hand with both hands and leans against him*
Irisviel: Umm...
Caules: I have no idea. She's been doing this all day.
Frankenstein: *holds up Caules' finger, then her own*
Irisviel: Oh... my...
Caules: What? Have you figured it out?
Irisviel: Er, yes, I have. Um, you see, what she wants is... that is to say –
Caules: Well, say it already!
Irisviel: She – she wants to marry you.
Frankenstein: *nods vigorously*
Caules: She... what?
Irisviel: Well, she is wearing a wedding dress.
Caules: That's – that's what she always wears!
Irisviel: If she usually acts like that, then I'm amazed you didn't pick up on this earlier.
Caules: But – b-but –
Irisviel: I know a good florist...