❞ ᴀ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ
ᴏʀ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄʜɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ
ʀᴇϙᴜɪʀɪɴɢ ｄｅｔｅｒｍｉｎａｔｉｏｎ
ᴀɴᴅ ｈａｒｄ ｗｏｒｋ. ❞

poenitire:

[Somehow he knew this conversation was going to occur sometime in his life, but he didn’t think it would be just yet. Now here he is, woefully underprepared with sharp retorts.]

I’m glad you’ve dedicated yourself to such lucrative pursuits.

[There is absolutely not the slightest twitch of a smile at a June wedding, nope.]

There’s no concrete plan, really. We might elope at this rate.

 lucrative is just my special way of congratulating
 you. an old dog can’t learn new tricks–bullshit! 

   (  well at least there’s reassurance marriage won’t
     wear away at that ol'Regret stoic charm. ) 

sounds. romantic, i could gag.

poenitire:

[That’s good, because he still isn’t very good at smiling. He’s very good at the tiny not-smiles, though. That’s a profession. Though the not-smile kind of falls ajar at her statement.]

Well.

[She’s not wrong.]

( well fuck Mitt Romeny with a chainsaw.
  cue a rather crude, albeit affectionate
  punch to his shoulder. )

  you doin’ the nasty is everything i’ve wanted
  in life. so tell me, will it be a June wedding.

poenitire:

- Well, yes. Is that starting to get around now.

[He’s trying very, very hard to suffocate any pride on the subject of his marriage. It’s only working about. Maybe. Thirty percent.]

( frankly, modesty [ if that’s what you want to call it ]
  is unbecoming of him. she’ll do enough grinning for
  the both of them. )

oh my god, that means you’ve been getting laid.

poenitire:

ardentisms

Oh. You’ve been out of commission for a while.

 and you’re getting married.