[ The part of the bride was a strange one, he thought. He knew things about being married and having wives. His guardian bought him for his own wife. What Ivan couldn't say was that he truly knew anything about it beyond that the concept existed. Pets didn't do anything like that.
So to find himself shoved into the role of a bride, complete with shoes, dress, and the accessories to go with it, he didn't fight it. From what he read about the scenario, his understanding of love or getting married didn't matter, since it was simply a tool to facilitate production.
Ivan was walking back and forth, trying to get use to the very strange shoes they gave him, his mind set on finding a way to move around in the ensemble without breaking his ankle. It was during this with his eyes downcast to watch what he was doing when he heard a voice and turned to reach his arms out to catch what was falling into him.
Without a second more of thought, Ivan scooped the thing... person? Up into his arms for the sake of balance on those high heels, he was still getting used to standing it. Luckily for him, he remained steady, biceps bulging in the white silk arm bands that gracefully laid in folds around them. And it was once he was stable and situation passed that he registered just who he had gathered into his arms.
The first blink or two was utterly blank, devoid of emotion or reaction other than faint surprise at being knocked into. Why was it him? How could it be him? He couldn't show the complex emotions that were trying to make sense of themselves in his hollow chest, so did what he always did. The more genuine, blank look melted into a comfortable, practiced grin.]
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So to find himself shoved into the role of a bride, complete with shoes, dress, and the accessories to go with it, he didn't fight it. From what he read about the scenario, his understanding of love or getting married didn't matter, since it was simply a tool to facilitate production.
Ivan was walking back and forth, trying to get use to the very strange shoes they gave him, his mind set on finding a way to move around in the ensemble without breaking his ankle. It was during this with his eyes downcast to watch what he was doing when he heard a voice and turned to reach his arms out to catch what was falling into him.
Without a second more of thought, Ivan scooped the thing... person? Up into his arms for the sake of balance on those high heels, he was still getting used to standing it. Luckily for him, he remained steady, biceps bulging in the white silk arm bands that gracefully laid in folds around them. And it was once he was stable and situation passed that he registered just who he had gathered into his arms.
The first blink or two was utterly blank, devoid of emotion or reaction other than faint surprise at being knocked into. Why was it him? How could it be him? He couldn't show the complex emotions that were trying to make sense of themselves in his hollow chest, so did what he always did. The more genuine, blank look melted into a comfortable, practiced grin.]
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