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[steadypulse]

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.

Comments

[b_a_n_g]

I suppose so. As long as it isn't a long-running war. I'm not sure I have another war in me.

[He probably did actually. If it meant protecting and working with Jack, he could slog his way through another war. He found it more interesting that he didn't want to. This sort of retirement was not something expected, and he wasn't certain he was willing to give it up.

So he kept that kiss, enjoying it even knowing they should probably get back to work.]

It's true. Not sure we have it in us to die.

[steadypulse]

Hopefully not, had enough of those for a lifetime.

[Maybe two lifetimes at that. Still, so long as he had Gabriel at his side? Jack couldn't help that feeling of being able to do anything, so long as they worked together and kept each other's back.

Fingertips played down along the back of Gabriel's neck slowly-]

Not again.

[b_a_n_g]

And you've survived every one of them. I expect you can still strike the heroes pose should the need arise for that.

[Jack had always struck such an impressive figure on the holovids without even trying. There was something about the way that Jack moved which attracted the eye. Even mud and grease smeared, the old man still had that swagger. But war was not something either of them seemed to want, not that they ever had. After decades of it, it was just what they knew well, that's all.

He trailed a few kisses from Jack's mouth to jawline and then bit the younger man's earlobe playfully.]

That's my line...

[steadypulse]

Would rather avoid any pose striking for that.

[And there was that smile twitching at the corner of his lips, head tipping while a hand moved and idly pinched near Gabriel's hip at that playful bite.]

Our line now, sharing things with this marriage.

[b_a_n_g]

But you'd strike a pose for me, wouldn't you? I'm your darling husband.

[He finally withdrew his mouth, looking like he wanted to pout. He moved so he could rest his chin on the top of Jack's head.]

So living this life forever, or until the wolves get out and consume us for eternity.