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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

[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.