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"Hmm... I guess you would be then. Then, lets hope for meeting back in the real world?" She smiles, wagging her tail to and fro "O-oh! I wont... At least i hope i dont..." She blushed a bit and turned back to the teapot.

She looked back as she sees its not quite done yet "Well... That is true about beating things... But i dont know..." She ponders "It sure feels real at times... Hmm..." tries to remember the games he likes as to look them up when she returns "Alright! Ill give them a shot"

Turning back now, she tips the teapot over to find a ring falling out. How? She'll never know, picking it up and placing it on her fingers. She blushed wildly as she got a kiss on her cheek, her ears perk up as well as her tail "Y-yes!" She yipes, wide eyes and all

Taking a hold of Raze's hand, he slides the ring onto her fourth finger. They're clearly magic rings because it fits perfectly and glides on like there's baby oil involved.

He refuses to say traditional vows. Jo is still a sensitive topic, even though he can feel Azrael rolling his eyes in the back of his head. There's an appropriate movie he wants to quote right now, but Raze seems caught up in the moment and he won't ruin that for her.

Once her ring is on, he lets her hand go. And waits for her to return the favour. The dormouse sniffles loudly.

It was time. The delay had been long enough.

Peyton was tugging Noah along by the hand towards a giant teapot, humming a song under her breath. It might have been the same one she'd been singing with Phoenix when they'd exchanged rings.

"Ah," she laughed, head shaking as the dormice hurried over to begin shoving them politely towards the crack in the teapot to get them inside. "No, not tea parties. You'll see." Had she flashed her glowy wedding band from Phoenix at him yet? Maybe she'd forgotten in all the excitement of climbing up giant chairs and shrinking down to actual pocket sized.

When they made it through the door she picked up one of the baskets provided and handed it over to him, then picked one up for herself. She was still humming faintly under her breath, and that was perhaps the biggest hint to what was going on, but the cake was certainly a close second.

Fingers wiggling as she looked over her choices, she settled on the fondant covered rainbow cake and it's sweet fruity insides. Delicious. Grinning, she added it to her basket.

<< Entering Zone: harlemshake (AGAIN) >>

'Shake walked through the tea party and right back up to the tables that were still there. She had no idea who she was going to get married to today so she could finish the daily until she spotted a guy standing around. He was a Caterpillar class.

< TO TotallyAllan: Hey.. Random question, but do you wanna get married? Feel free to say no, I just. I've been trying to find someone. Met someone who lives where I live yesterday due to it! >

She wasn't good at making friends. And she was really awkward. Oh well, it's not like she'd ever see this guy again.

OOC

My character's username: harlemshake
My character's level: 24
Character's HP: 30/30
Character's Job Class: Cheshire
Current party: ALL BY MYSELFFFFF
Current Guild: None Currently
Location: Mad Tea Party
Small IC description of character: 5'0" girl (or at least, she attempted to make her short), with darker skin. Curly hair, and white accessories.

Currently looks like: Click

Character journal: Here

"Oh," he said, and then repeated, "oh, okay," and sorted through the tangle of feelings about that, confusion and relief and maybe a tiny bit of disappointment or jealousy; but the latter feeling was appeased immediately when she clarified. "So, it's not commutative, right?" he asked, blinking. Was he about to be "married" to America too by extension? He wasn't totally sure how he felt about that idea. He liked America, what he'd seen of her, but she was also a little scary.

The tablets were an easy enough choice; without really thinking bout it, he picked up the Mad Hatter and put it in his basket. That one would work.

"I don't think so." She pursed her lips as she thought about it. If it was commutative, than shouldn't she have been aware of the other 'brides' America had taken? "From what I saw it's just a fun little thing you can do, and you get this neat little fanfare at the end, and a card that throws up a star, and birds, and all kinds lovey dovey things when activated, but only if you're near your 'spouse'."

When they reached the box with it's endless supply of random objects she reached in without actually looking. She had learned through her first walk down the aisle that items just sort of jumped to your fingers if you let them.

Out of the box she pulled a stopped pocket watch, a red paper heart, and an empty perfume bottle. All of which was dropped into her basket.

Then, because she had indeed caught that tiny note of disappointment on his features earlier, she turned to look up at him, one small hand resting on his wrist. "Are you mad I married Phoenix first?" She'd been asking, and it had sounded fun, but she hadn't stopped to consider how it might have made Dog feel. Mostly because it was a game, or a dream, or both, but he was still here.