Planning?

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The wedding planning was slow, and when they said slow, it was slow. "You'll wear the dress." Alastor joked. "Fuck yeah, I will," Angel replied. "And I'm gonna look fucking gorgeous."

Angel messed with his hair, and Alastor shook his head. "I guess you're going to do that," Alastor muttered as he wrote that down. "And....who's going down the aisle?" Angel asked.

"Wouldn't you want to?" Alastor asked as he felt slightly confused. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't." Alastor raised an eyebrow. "Well, we need to figure that out. Make up your mind."

Angel shrugged. "Oh no." Alastor took a breath in. "I....swear...." Alastor sighed, Angel was laughing. "Fine fine, we'll figure it out." Alastor didn't reply really. Angel hugged him. "Here....fine...I'll do it."

Alastor smiled and chuckled as he looked into Angel's eyes. "Somehow I'm marrying you." Angel laughed at that.

"I'm going to guess it's not fully out of love but eh I don't care." That made Alastor chuckle. " lovebirds." Husk interrupted them.

"HEY!"

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