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[centurybaby]

SUDDEN MARRIAGE MEME

▌ POST AS YOUR CHARACTER. ▌ ANON GIVES YOU ANOTHER CHARACTER + ONE SCENARIO. ▌ YOUR CHARACTERS ARE NOW MARRIED. ▌ THREAD ACCORDINGLY. SCENARIOS 1. EXPECTING A BABY/ADOPTING A BABY. 2. GETTING A DIVORCE. 3. HONEYMOON. 4. GETTING BACK TOGETHER AFTER SEPARATION. 5. DOMESTIC CUTE TIMES. 6. PILLOW TALK.

Comments

[enigmaestro]

What's what? [Inquires Eddie, though he knows damn well. Mitchell knows he knows damn well.] What's that?

Oh, that. Yes.

It appears to be the premise for our divorce, hm.

[viced]

Ah.

Our divorce.

[ Delayed reaction incoming in 3...2...1... ]

Our divorce!? [ His head swung up in shock. ]

What the fuck!?

[enigmaestro]

Won't you simply sign it? [Eddie bristled, clearly made irate.] It's not like you're not tempted, Mitchell, I know you. I know you leave, when you think I'm asleep, after we've -- well.

[He clears his throat.]

[viced]

[ He shrinks, slightly. Head dipping. ]

I have work. The City doesn't sleep, and neither can I.

[enigmaestro]

Sounds about right, Batman. [It was a dirty trick Eddie pulled, alluding to his former nemesis.

A lot of baggage came with that, and all of it was tossed upon Mitchell's shoulders.]

[viced]

[ His eyes widen, fingers flattening on the bill. ]

Batman!? I'm the furthest fucking thing from Batman.

[ Almost indignantly. Maybe being somewhat attached to Eddie in some way has rubbed off on him. Finally. ]

[enigmaestro]

So then that would make you -- what? Killer Moth? Hush? [Eddie never missed an opportunity to make fun of his former peers.] Needless to say, neither would have the options with me as you have had.

[viced]

No! I wouldn't want to be those fucks. [ He groans, out loud, before peeking through a split in his fingers. ]

Can't I just be-- A new one? Someone outside of the old bastion?

[enigmaestro]

Yes, all right. I think that fair. [Eddie shook the papers at Mitchell once more, garnering his attention.]

You can be the Signer. Sign here, thanks.

[viced]

Fine.

[ A grunt. ]

You could've just said something. [ Sourly. Maybe not hurt, but edging on something that sounded like there were emotions somewhere in there, bubbling underneath the surface. ]

[enigmaestro]

Do you not want a divorce? Is that it? [That tone proved... interesting.]

[viced]

Well-- I don't fucking know!

[ He throws up his arms. ]

I'm not exactly the relationship expert!

[enigmaestro]

You ought to know what you want, Mitchell. [His tone was edged. Violent beneath a segregated blade.]