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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.

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[heartlessglitch]

[ she's watching him expectantly, waiting on his answer until it finally comes. the sound of her typing continues to fill the space-- she's always been a multitasker, and there's no sense in wasting time-- but it stops, after a moment. another passes, and finally, danger rises from her spot on the carpet, carefully stepping over wires and screens and computer parts to close the distance between them.

in an unceremonious, unselfconscious way, she pulls his shirt over her head, baring skin as she promptly places the garment into his hands, passing by him to their room in search of something else to wear. ]

[waiting]

[ well, that's -- he sort of just ends up staring after her as she moves to the room, clutching his shirt in his hand like he's forgotten what it's even for. eventually, he snaps out of it enough to pull it on, heading out the door a bit more quickly than he'd meant to and calling out to danger that he'll be back soon.

he doesn't quite realize that he has it on inside-out until he's at the store, and he looks appropriately sheepish when he gets back, cradling groceries in his arms which he sets on the counter. ]

We need to do the laundry. [ and by 'we' they both know he really means 'i.' ] You eaten breakfast yet?

[heartlessglitch]

[ she's found a tank top to wear and moved back to her nest of computers by the time he comes back. she doesn't look up from her work this time, letting him pass by her to the kitchen without pause, preferring to let her focus stay uninterrupted for a few more precious minutes. as quick as her mind still is, even in this body, it just isn't the same as her computerized one. everything takes a little more work, a little more attention.

but finally, she rises again, coming to meet him in the kitchen. approaching the counter, she starts reaching into the bags to pull out groceries for sorting, absently curling her bare toes against the kitchen tile. ]

I will. [ she responds simply. it's an ambiguous answer. she still dislikes eating and only does it a little more often now that she's expecting. it could be hours still before her first meal, depending on her whim. ] Have you?