Otter Creek — mithril —

the nobleman had kept his stance, his back straight, his tail firm-

and still fat tears rolled into his plush cheeks.

oh, how he had love for these women! how in this small, cold haven, warmth of friends and devotion kept the heart warm as a fireplace! he might've just openly sobbed - joy! joy! - had he not known what they both waited for.

loudly, again, as if for all the flatlands to hear:

"then ah, wi' power 'n' honor bestowed upon me this day, pronounce ya - "

his arms spread wide for dramatics and flair. gucci beamed.

"wife, n wife!"

and the chihuahua loudly sniffled. 

in a pitched voice, his composure gone, he weepingly continued:

"ya may- y-y'may now kiss, th', th' bride." 

sniff.

"brides, ah-ah s'pou-ou-ouse..."

and he reached to wipe his nose on the nearest object, likely senmut himself.

 

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