028 x 820 // video // (becoming a) family day

[dignity_misery]

[Good morning, fair city. On this fine day the device has been given prime seating upon a nearby vanity table while the final dress-fitting of a long-planned wedding is underway. Carla seems a bit exasperated with the Vietnamese woman's chatter as she checks all the seams, doing last minute stitches and generally complaining that she only wishes she could be half so skinny. Carla is not a traditional bride, by far, and when she looks at the camera it's to wonder dryly,]

Do you think this skirt is large enough? Or should I add another several pounds worth of tulle underneath.

[The woman buttoning up her dress starts to answer and Carla turns to hold up her hand for silence.]

Don't answer that. [Her attention returns to the camera.] I assume Karl sent out invitations weeks ago. If he didn't, you're summarily invited. Bring gifts. That's the only reason anyone gets married anyway.

[Such a romantic at heart, this lady. Once she's been buttoned in, she steps back to get the full dress in shot. She gives it a critical eye, toying her hair up briefly before letting it fall back down around her shoulders.]

It'll do.

[If you're watching closely, you may catch only the barest hint of a smile.]



[[ooc; later will be a joint post by Karl for the wedding/party. You know you want to come o3o]]

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[dignity_misery]

Yes.

[That is the most straightforward answer. It doesn't really need further qualifying.]

[intheblanks]

Then be there. That's all it takes. [Whether the curse is making her mean this, or just admit to it, the rationale still holds. His fingers brush upwards, along the concave rail of her spine, and he's looking out to whether the sun hangs over the city, too.] Aren't you going to be late?

[dignity_misery]

They can't start without me.

[She would go and she would enjoy herself. Karl had planned the party with her in mind, lots of good food, lots of slutty guests. They'll tell her she's pretty until she's sick of hearing and give her a pile of jewelry she'll never wear. She'll enjoy knowing some of them came, even though the premise was ridiculous from the start. She'd have liked it if she'd gotten Chase there, but she's not asking again. Instead she just shifts into his side, looking up.]

You're still an ass.

[intheblanks]

[His shoulders lift at the accusation.]

I still put some stock in the value of marriage. [But he pulls her just a little closer.] And for the record, I keep my pet projects in petri dishes, where they can't crack me on the jaw.

[dignity_misery]

[She reaches up to touch his face, pressing her thumb lightly along the jawbone.]

I don't trust you.

[intheblanks]

[It's sore, but he pushes into rather than away from the touch.]

Asking you to wouldn't work. Trying to force you would defeat the object. [He looks across, without turning his head.] I'll wait.

[dignity_misery]

[She does press a little harder before replacing her hand with her mouth. It's never going to be a healing kiss from her, nor is it a thank you this time around, but it might at least approximate assent.]

[intheblanks]

[But he pulls back from that, hands firmly on her shoulders.]

Not on your wedding day. [And he nods to the door.] Enjoy the party.

[dignity_misery]

[Her expression is dark, not quite to the right side of amused. He's taking her wedding more seriously than she is. She brushes his hands off her shoulders in a businesslike flick before heading off.]