— 𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙄𝙀 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙉.

oh—? that's not good. does she need a doctor?

mhm. that's right. cue the shapeshifter going down on a single knee, eyes twinkling, a bright grin; a small box being produced.

perhaps she should try walking, then. down the aisle, perhaps, for instance.

a slow, barely visible nod; finally looking up at her. “ yeah. bit tired. you—? ”

not moving. barely stirring. but; still answering. “ ...yes, posie—? ”

just. planting face first. laying flat.

I’m not ‘judging’ you, simply . . . Okay, perhaps just a little bit. Can you blame me? . . . don’t answer that.