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< TO Unmentionable_Tamer: Black? Just plain black? Much as I doubt I'd be able to tell, I'd have thought you'd be scandalous enough to go with some color. >

He followed her to the table of tablets (Ha.), his hand immediately hovering over his own class, the Cheshire. But no, no, he didn't want that. And not the White Rabbit, either. She'd slipped through his grasp like smoke and shadows more than once, that wasn't how it was supposed to be between them. Or, at least that wasn't what he wanted.
Not the Dormouse... Gryphon... Hatter... Blindseer smiled and shook his head. The Queen was the only one that made sense. Of course it would be.

He frowned over her shoulder at the contents of the box, watching as she pawed through it.
< TO Unmentionable_Tamer: Strange is an understatement. >

She drew out her object and it was his turn. Blindseer reached in and almost immediately his fingers made contact with a small paper object. It was a folded paper insect, striped black and yellow, and... And it reminded him of an accidental success at an art project UT had all but forced on him. He smiled, gently fingering the paper before he placed it in the basket with rest of his collection.

UT put her items in the teapot first and while a part of him balked at how feminine the ring she created was, he just shrugged and snorted a laugh.
"Bets are on how yours is going to look," he replied and carefully placed his items into the pot. A whistle, a tip of the pot and...
The ring he held was actually rather exquisite. Gold and a dark gray metal braided together for the band. A soft pink, rose-cut stone was set in the coils, a small gold crown branching out above the stone's setting. It was just large enough to fit on UT's middle finger.

< TO Unmentionable_Tamer: ... Do you like it? >

< TO Unmentionable_Tamer: Of course. It'd be more fun that way, don't you think? >

Blindseer frowned at the gushing dormouse. He'd seen UT going in for the kiss and was quite put off at her having been interrupted.
His smirk grew into a grin.
< TO Unmentionable_Tamer: Nah, I've got a better idea. >

And with that, he pulled her into his arms, swept her into a /dip, one arm around her back, the other hand cradling her head, and /kissed her rather soundly. Perhaps a /snog. Yeah, a good, proper /snog.
Hopefully the dormouse would burst.

Robert sucked in a breath and shook his head so hard his hat fell off. "No, no why would you think I was - no, Mimsy no, I will never be tired of marrying you, I'll do it a million times a day if you wanted, the truth couldn't possibly be more opposite!" But she'd registered his hesitation, and now he knew he had to explain. He gave one last, furtive glance at the H puppet, before sliding his finger into the ring that she held. He put it close to his heart, along with her hand, holding it there tightly.

"He reminded me that Wonderland isn't.. you know." He didn't want to say real - he knew the reaction would be disastrous. "Not where our bodies are. We're somewhere, sleeping, and in that world, there is no Wonderland. That's where he is. And you.. you don't want to go back there, do you."

His free hand pressed gently against her cheek. "You want this to be home. I was trying so hard to forget anything other than this, but he reminded me. And it hurts to remember, because there's a chance we're going to eventually wake up." His hand squeezed hers. "I'm scared of what happens, then."

He was scared that he would never be enough to make her happy, now that she knew Wonderland existed, somewhere.

“See! This one!” She was all but dragging Sombra along. “I saw it before, but… I didn’t want to come to it with anyone but you.” She was feeling much, much better, a nap to sleep off that tea had been just what she needed. “Hello!” She said to the very excited dormouse. Their host was very cheery, going on about happy and love and marriage and ushering them into the teapot.

“Come on!” Waffleberry was just as happy as the dormouse, it seemed. She was nothing but smiles as she stepped up to the table of cakes. “They all look so good, don’t they?” Sombra was flashed a smile before Waffle’s attention was back to the cakes.

They were all so pretty, and they smelled amazing. “Ooh!” She had a bite of rainbow, but when she took a bite of what looked like vanilla she was sold. It was amazing. “I’m going with this one!”

Sombra was given an expectant look. What would he choose?

Somehow, he had managed to make his way back to Sherry before she had awoken, and perhaps it was a good thing he did. She seemed rather excited about the whole ring thing, and gave her a tired smile.

... wait. She didn't want to come here with anyone else but him? It was flattering, but...
he stared at the dormouse that rushed out to greet them, giving a peculiar look at its... dress. Was she wearing... teabags??
And then she kept talking, and pulling, and his ears flattened against his head. Oh. OH. THAT was why.
Did that mean... she wanted to...

Ok, yes, he did give her a couple ring, and yes, this was just a dream, but... MARRIAGE? He... he wasn't ready!!
Chester was only laughing at him as he tried to find a way to convince Sherry that maybe this wasn't such a good idea, but, well, she just seemed so happy. He couldn't... ruin this for her, could he? Besides, he promised...

He tried to hide the nervousness building up inside him, and just nodded at waffle without sampling any of the cakes.
"Vanilla... is good..."

The vows were optional, as far as she'd noted, and she was absolutely fine with foregoing them here. It's not like it was a real marriage, in which case she would be demanding them, but that was neither here nor there. She wasn't in it for the actual marriage (although as far as fake-marriages went she was more than happy with her chosen partner) or that bell-ability-thing or even the level gain. She wanted a ring and she got her ring and it is precious.

Grinning up at the taller player, her good eye glittering in glee, she took his hand to finish the quest. The sense of magic was undeniable, computer-generated and pre-programmed as it was, as she easily slid the ring onto Dread's hand.

And immediately the doormouse burst into tears and the well-rehearsed and well-worn spiel. "I think we better get out of here before we go deaf," she barely managed to yell over the din of clinking and ringing bells.

"Sounds like a plan," he agrees, wincing at the notes the dormouse can hit.

The new ring is a weight he isn't used to. He finds himself twisting it as they flee the scene. He could get used to it, though, he thinks.


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"It's ok."
He meant that about the cake.

"I..."
Well, if he could, he'd probably... try running away, but that would probably hurt Sherry's feelings, not to mention he had a feeling that dormouse would hunt him down anyways. A mouse chasing a cat. Whoever heard of such a thing.
"I just didn't think we'd be getting.. well... married."

But he had promised, and he had meant to see through that promise, even if it meant... getting betrothed... (good thing this was a dream...).
"A-anyways we should be moving along."
He didn't bother looking at the other constellations before picking up the Cheshire one. It only made sense because.... that was what he was, right?