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Sender: 76
To: Everyone
Subject: That Wasn't A Joke

Sorry to those that knew Reaper and I were planning to get married soon, we got to talking and ended up eloping rather than having a public ceremony. It's official as of this morning though, as official as it can get in this place anyhow.

We're still going to be throwing an after party at The Wild Harvest, but we figure that will be better done tomorrow so we've got time to cook up food. Whoever shows up is also welcome to bring a dish or two themselves.

[Sorry about that one Tifa- and Eustace, too. Could face crowds for others, but something quieter for them felt more fitting.

Don't... don't mind the itty-bitty kitty paw prints slowly decorating the page, even as 76 wrote. He was currently at the Wild Harvest, sitting in his break room.]

Reason that banner is hung up there at the Wild Harvest- for those of you that noticed it and know what today is. Definitely not a joke. Reaper picked it out.

There will be party favors, by the way.

We're also open today, so feel free to stop by.

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We're too old for flower petals and people pretending they like us. Well, me. Eloping is far less messy. Everyone better come to the Harvest to congratulate you though.

I wonder why people would have to pretend to like you.

[The dry sarcasm was out it full with that one-]

You know that means you're helping me cook, right?

That's the point. They don't have to pretend because no one likes me, but they do like you. I wouldn't have it any other way.

[Look, he doesn't want friends. He doesn't want people to like him. That's just another liability to watching people he came to care about taken away or die.]

How about I cook and you manage the servers so everyone can congratulate you?

Well, you've fully signed up to deal with me liking you. Ring and everything.

[Gabriel why-]

You can't stay in the kitchen the whole time- and we've at least already got the cake. What were you thinking, outside of the specials we've got this month?

I knew you from before coming to this dreamworld. I was stuck with you since we were in our twenties. You know more dirty secrets about me than anyone.

[If he doesn't care, he can't get hurt. So like Jack, not him.]

What if I just shove your face in the cake in front of everyone? Well, I figure I'm going to abscond you for a week this month.

Could say the same about you, even with some rough patches and more. Still said yes and you technically got two rings on me.

[Engagement and then the actual wedding ring- but details.]

I'm asking what you've got in mind to cook up when it comes to the party we're throwing, dear. You are, yes. Got some work to do with moving into that house, yeah?

Please, your skeletons are far deeper in the closet than mine are. The biggest potential scandal is already a moot point here anyway. If you want more rings, let me know. I can get one for each finger.

[As far as he was concerned, Jack deserved all the happiness after giving up so much to hold Overwatch together. That was a lot of missed life opportunities.]

Did you just actually 'dear' me? Oh well, I was going to do finger food appetizer tables probably. Easy to refill and everyone can have something they want.

Isn't that a hell of a thing? No one trying to dig up those skeletons and trying to create some great scandal just because either of us breathed funny in someone's direction?

Think I'm good with the two for now.

[And he was happy, but also pretty determined to drag Gabe right into that with him.]

Rather honey pie? Sweetheart? Darling? Buttercup? I can keep going. Sound good, can do those pigs in a blanket type things since they're always good. Could always do up some barbeque, too.

It's rather freeing, isn't it? No one has to know that much about you or me for that matter, just whatever we tell them. Not even retirement back home would allow for this kind of freedom. Fine, suit yourself.

[He was going to dig his heels in. He was happy with Jack, and that was good enough.]

If you call me buttercup to my face, I will punch you in the jaw. Yes, yes, I have a list. You can approve it before I get stuck in the kitchen and you can entertain the guests.

Retirement is still a hell of a thought, too.

I won't say no if you end up coming across something you want to get. Just don't be surprised when you get some gift in turn.

Marigolds do suit you better.

With enough prep work? You won't be stuck in the kitchen and can loom and lurk about as you please.

I still can't wrap my head around the idea entirely. It does seem like we are 76% there.

[See what he did there?]

You know I don't do much in the way of material wants anymore. Besides, I figure you're not going to spare me if you see something. Do. Not. Call. Me. Flower. Names.

[It has been a long time since they spared because of a disagreement, and it felt like a long time since Jack had enough of a subject edge to actually grate on him. Married life!]

I see the words you've typed, but I can stay in the kitchen all night if there are enough people dropping in.]

It's slowly sinking in, 24% left to go.

[Right back at him-]

I still know your tastes, things you'd enjoy. Not going to be spared at all if I spot something that'll go well in that attic space you'll be getting.

Would you rather something like- Amor de mi vida?

You're also not staying in the kitchen the entire time.

That 24% is insurmountable. I'm going to make a ton of clothing for you if you buy me fabric, just so you know. I will not spare you. Wow. Now using my own native tongue on me? That's cultural appropriation, mi Sol.

[He's 100% joking about the cultural part. He likes speaking his native tongue even if he doesn't do it often.]

You're not my boss.

Think we might pull through somehow.

Fabric, yarn, thread- whatever you could use. Gotta get something for you to use a decent sewing machine for, right?

[Jack could probably lean back and look out of the cracked open door to see Gabriel at the counter if he wanted to right now.]

Says the man who helped me practice. You gonna keep that one for me?

No, but I am your husband.

So you 100% want to be considered retired then? I didn't think you had it in you. You're tempting me to be a home body, I see. I never thought I would be a house husband.

[He was leaning on the counter with his book out writing away, keenly aware of Jack's position and not being concerned. He used to text Jack while they were in the same room just for the fun of it back in the day.]

You said you wanted to learn; it sounded like a direct order at the time. I haven't decided what pet name I'm going to slap you with.

[He read those words and he turned his head, leaning so he could spy Jack sitting in the kitchen area to check what expression the other man wore.]

So I guess that does make you my boss then.

Or at least 100% settled with you in whatever the hell it is we choose to do at this point. You're stuck with me now.

Wouldn't be a bad look on you, and there's always our longer hunting trips here and there together.

[Leaning back in his chair just a little—]

Already had some basics, but it's better to actually have conversations to learn better. Worked. You got the time to.

[—and there was that slightly crooked but so very warm smile, it reaching his eyes as Jack kept his journal propped up on a bent knee.]

Just a little bit, huh. Means you've got some pull, too.

I know. Sometimes feels like we've been stuck with each other for a long time, but this is probably the only place we can take advantage and admit that. I'm a mercenary. Retirement is supposed to be death, but I can't even get that right. You know I'm not a farmer, right? I can't be in charge of that.

[They'd talked about it, probably even joked about it, but he was a city slicker. Farming was something he could learn, but it wasn't something like how Jack could know it.]

I'll make sure it's a zinger. I put my foot down on flowers though.

[Call him mean things; he likes it better. Just like he enjoyed that warm smile.]

If you say so, boss. That mean I can hide in the kitchen all night?

You're right about that.

And I'm a vigilante, so about the same. Yet here we are, and you'll learn here and there- but you also know I'll let you stay in the house until it's time to deal with pumpkins and the like.

[An easy tease.]

Knowing you? Probably rather I call you something like 'my charming jackass'.

[Smile was still there.]

Nope. You've gotta come out every now and again; means you get to stick by me.

You're worse than a mercenary; you don't even have an income, Jack. Whatever, it's green stuff. You throw seeds in the ground and sprinkle water. It can't be that hard.

[He was not staying in a house for months on end.]

That is a long but acceptable pet name.

[He turned in his seat so he could write and observe Jack at the same time. Multi-tasking.]

My version of socializing is insulting people, remember?

Reasons I didn't eat everyday, let alone anything outside of some scavenged MREs and protein bars. You'll be learning while helping me out.

Also ensure we get a good pumpkin harvest when it's time.

Of course you'd call something like that a pet name. Could always shorten it to 'asshole'.

[Getting to observed a relaxed Jack in his not-quite natural habitat.]

Makes it easy for me to tell you like someone at least.

Dead men don't have access to their retirement benefits. At least you're eating solid meals here. So you're going to show me all the ropes to farming? How sweet. I want a giant pumpkin. I want a pumpkin so big I can crush a witch under it. Also acceptable.

[This banter was so typical for them. And he always liked watching Jack, especially from afar.]

For those rare moments I'm not starting something with someone?

Very true, and these days I am eating solid meals, yeah.

Can get there with me showing you all those ropes, along with a few Morrison special tricks here and there.

Of course.

[One of those moments where Jack was actually letting himself relax, the smile soft yet warm in how it reached his eyes- journal rested against a thigh as he leaned back in his chair there.]

Amongst a few other tells, yeah.

You are. Ana would be proud of you; she probably wouldn't even need to drug you with tea these days. Morrison special tricks? Should I be worried?

[He was definitely admiring Jack, not even caring if there was awareness that he was spying his husband. They had a party to prepare for, but he liked this even more.]

Don't tell people my dark secrets. I'd hate for them to think I can be tolerant of them.

That was just to get me to actually sleep more than four hours a day.

Not too much, no.

Your secrets are safe with me, dear. You're the one who gets to decide when people are let in to those- or they figure it out themselves.

Wouldn't she just be proud of you these days? A right snuggle bear who sleeps almost normal hours. I'm going to be concerned until I see these 'special tricks' of yours. Letting people in is dangerous. You know that as well as I do. It's better to limit attachments.

Sender: Reaper

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