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Blumiere smiled sadly, holding Timpani tighter than before. "I will make it up to you, my love... I promise- I.. did keep my last one- remember..?"
He understood it now- just these few moments of being together was easily worth all the suffering in the world.
"our games were meant to end- I was certain of it- but.. it is purely a miracle- made from our love..." the Count, finally, managed to tear his eyes from his beloveds face for a short while- they were right in the middle of the street- not the best place for a touching reunion, but...
"I wouldn't care if my game ended right now.." said Blumiere gazing into Timpani's eyes. "at least I would die happy.."
((okay, then... ... please don't yell at me yet- I'm a total noob at love scenes- blurg..))

"The one time I have the chance to finish that blasted meal and win her heart, she's out on errands. Why must life be so cruel to lovers?"

Merlon reminded himself that things could definitely be worse. He suddenly found himself wanting to be as brave as a certain rainbow butterfly.
If Timpani could do it, so could he. If Saffron wasn't going to come to him, he would come to Saffron.
He stood confidently from his chair, and was about to head out the door when it opened.

"Saffron, my love, I have come to exterminate the sprig of parsley that keeps our hearts apart!" Merlon bended on one knee, only to suddenly realize that he was confessing his love to Nolrem, not Saffron.

"Oh, it's you," Merlon said gloomily.

"I am happy to see you too."

Merlon stood up. "If you're looking for Saffron, she's not here."

Nolrem sighed at the fact that he would be forced to eat at Dyliss's restaurant instead.

"I was planning to talk to you, anyway. Unfortunately, one person's misfortune is another's gain. There is something I must show you."

Merlon followed Nolrem out of the restaurant and on the way to Flopside.

"I was coming to eat at Sweet Smiles, when I saw a flash of light. I thought I would 'kill two birds with one stone' or however the expression goes."

The two made their way through the hall of mirrors and into Flopside. Merlon glanced up at the stain-glass figures of his ancestors.
He sighed; they had had love problems, too. It was in his blood.
The doppelgangers emerged from the ancient hall and gasped at what they saw.
Blumiere and Timpani? In Flopside?

"Now I can ask her for love advice..." Merlon said excitedly to Nolrem, but quiet enough not to disturb the obvious rapture that the newly-weds were having.

Nolrem merely shrugged, not understanding in slightest Merlon's train of thought.

"Blumiere........if you want to repay me then, then please stop feeling sad and just be happy that we are together again. That all I want....please?" Timpani asked in very sweet and almost sad voice.

((Alright, I need to go, good-night!~))

((Bye!))

"I regret the fact that I did not bring a pen and a stack of paper with me..." Merlon took mental notes instead. It had been a long time since he had last wooed Saffron, and he was getting rusty in the romantic department.

Nolrem shed a tear, and then wiped it from his cheek.

"I adore happy endings..."

This, of course, depressed Merlon, for it seemed as if he would never win Saffron's affection.

"Oh, how sweet!"

To Merlon, that voice sounded all the wedding bells in existence simultaneously ringing in perfect harmony. He was ready to share the attention of the crowd that had originally formed to watch Timpani and Blumiere.
Nolrem could have sworn he had heard the theme from Romeo and Juliet as Merlon ran to his love. Only to trip on the way, successfully bowling into Saffron and redirecting the crowd's attention in one fell swoop.

"Ouch..."

Saffron gratefully received Blumiere's help and stood up.

"Oh, yes. Thanks." Saffron beamed with a smile that could most probably melt stone.

She turned around, expecting to see a young child or some other unfortunate minor who wasn't looking to see if anyone was in their way. Instead she saw Merlon, rubbing the back of his head painfully whilst being comforted by Nolrem concerning his embarrassment about tackling Saffron.

"Merlon, are you all right?"

You could practically see his cheeks turn red even under his hood.

"I apologize for my carelessness. But, Saffron, my love," Merlon took her hands in his and did his best impression of raw unbridled passion, which, surprisingly, was actually pretty good. "I have come to finish the last of the meal that keeps our lives apart."

There were several aww's from the crowd and a grimace from Saffron. "Are you sure?"

"But of course! I have waited my entire life for this moment!"

"Oh, Merlon. No other man has ever offered to eat a piece of dried up, spoiled parsley for me." She embraced him.

"S-spoiled? I mean, yes, yes I will!" Merlon laughed nervously, not exactly thrilled with the prospect of food poisoning.

((The only reason I have something to write right now is because I'm just typing out anything that pops into my head. XD ))

Saffron let go of Merlon for a moment, with a slightly more sentimental version of her blinding smile.

"I'll be right back." And with that, she departed, running as fast as those stubby legs of hers could carry her.

She returned several minutes latter, carrying a plate with a dried up piece of parsley that was far past its expiration date on it.
She held out the plate towards Merlon, her smile a bit creepy at this point.
Merlon hesitantly picked up the sprig of parsley and placed it in his mouth. With a few painful bites and a gulp, the parsley was no more.
Merlon bended down on one knee, looking a bit sick, but still managing to force out the words.

"Urg... Saffron will you marry me?"

Saffron teared up and then squealed. "Yes!"

She nearly toppled Merlon over with a hug.

"Ugh, de-delightful... Oh, my stomach." Merlon said.

((I'm sorry. I gotta go. crying ))

"T-thank you..."

Merlon groaned and Saffron deciding following Blumiere's advice was for the best, so she let go of her betrothed and backed several steps away. Just to be safe, the crowd, also, backed several steps away.
Just in time too, Merlon couldn't hold the contents of his stomach for much longer. Eventually, acid reflex won the day as all the watcher's aww's turned into eww's.

"Oh, dear..." Merlon gasped. "Do... I, ogh, still have the pleasure of being your husband?"

Saffron nodded slowly, her smile dimming a bit. Nolrem wasn't doing as well as her however, in fact, he was twitching. Watching your cousin throw up wasn't exactly the most pleasant thing in the world.
Poor Merlon, his robes were soiled, he would have to get his stomach pumped, and he scarred his cousin for life, but at least he won a bride.
The things a person does for love.

On his way to see Nastasia he saw something that nearly chunked him through the nearest building. "Great-Googily!! The Count!!" O'Chunks said walking up to the Count and everybody. "Ow on earth didja get 'ere!" He asked the Count.