[ The address is received, and she stops by a food stand downstairs to pick up some fruits. Enough for the two of them, because she, too, is persevering through a headache to walk on over to his hotel. ]
Alright, heading on up soon. No funny business, promise! I'm sober :D !!!
Hmph, good. A marriage certificate is enough funny business.
[Ugh, she's one of those smiley face people, huh...? Just like Noé. Now he knows he's screwed. But all the same, he unlocks the door to await her arrival, then sits back on his bed with a groan, placing his head in hands in the hopes it might stop pounding.]
[ Sure is!! But in a less...good way compared to Noé...anyway. She makes her way down the hallway, and as she does, she starts to feel nervous. Despite her bravado over text, the idea of actual commitment (to someone she doesn't know, nevertheless) is terrifying, to say the least. It's why she stands in the middle of the hallway for a moment to collect herself, and when she steps forward – ah. She hadn't realized she'd already made it to his room.
But she opens the door and peeks her head in. Yeah, that sure is a semi-familiar face, so this is probably the Vanitas she got betrothed to. Soon, Kara steps in, and gently closes the door behind her. ]
Morning, Vanitas. You don't look so good.
[ Neither does she, to be fair...but alas... Keeping his question in mind, Kara sets a bunch of bananas on the countertop, and she scans the room for a kitchen. ]
[Well, at least she's not a morose grump like Vanitas is? That's something anyways. While she steadies her nerves, so too does he, to the point that when she enters, he merely blinks curiously at her, expression one of dawning recognition. Yeah, he vaguely recalls her from last night, although he still doesn't remember anything about marriage, thank you!]
Kara. You seem to be doing about as well as I am.
[Which is to say, she looks better than him, but he's being obstinate. At least he nods towards the bathroom; no kitchen, but there's water there at least.]
Not yet. I was busy trying to make sense of what you were saying, since marriage is hardly something I would willingly get into.
[ She heads into the bathroom on cue and grabs a cup - one of those that are meant for toothbrushes, normally - and fills it with some tap water. A minute passes and she emerges with two cups of water, one of which she hands to Vanitas once she makes her way over to him with a practiced smile on her face. ]
Don't be mistaken, I'm not one for marriage, either. [ She says it with a little shrug before she takes a seat across of him, on one of the guest chairs in his room. She's quick to take a sip of her water. ] Let alone with a man I don't even know. I'm sure we're on the same page.
[ Which is a far more mature response than what she gave over text..... ]
I do have a signed document, with what I assume is both of our signatures. I mean, I know which one mine is, obviously, but...yeah. You wanna see it?
[For once, the good doctor makes for a more obedient patient, waiting calmly for her to return and hand him the glass of water, which he obediently sips at slowly. If it'll help, he'll try anything at least once. Thankfully the number of times he's been drunk can be counted on one hand. Although that does make this a more trying ordeal.]
Huh. Good to know, I guess. [She at least seems reasonable and not the sort gunning for a quick wedding as a means of getting a cash cow husband or some other nefarious plans, which goes a long way towards making him more open to having a conversation with her.] So it would seem.
[He appreciates that her actual personality doesn't quite match the silliness of the her texts.]
Hmm. Might as well. Best to be sure there isn't someone out there trying to forge my name for whatever reason. Let's see it.
[ Sadly, she's been drunk...more times than she can count. Which explains why she seems to know what to do when it comes to hangovers. It also helped her be a little more flippant over text. Still, nothing could have prepared her for the possibility that she'd get a husband over a bad decision.
Kara reaches into her pocket and takes out the rather crumpled set of documents. She unfolds it and holds it out in front of him (both of them) to look at. ]
Of course, here you go. [ She lets him read the marriage certificate as thoroughly as he'd like, but after a few moments, she lets out a thinly veiled nervous chuckle, and her free hand lightly scratches at her cheek. ] Man! We really are married, huh? No fanfare, no nothing... I guess it really is that easy to get hitched...
[Honestly, it's a damn shock and only thanks to the hangover that Vanitas hasn't fled in abject fear of having a wife. If he's allergic to love, he must be downright intolerant of marriage. So while his head throbs and aches like the dickens, he runs a careful hand through his hair before reaching out to tilt the crumpled piece of paper towards him for a better look.]
Huh... Looks like my signature... [He then skims over the rest of the certificate, stating that by law they are now, in fact, husband and wife. He may also be steadily turning a very delicate shade of white...] It... sure seems that way. But I-- I just can't believe I'd do anything like that... What do we do now?
[ Kara takes a moment to give his question some serious thought. Who knew that all it took was taking out a piece of paper to get her to drop the smiley face. It actually does bother her a lot, more than she's willing to let on, for reasons that aren't all that different from Vanitas'. ]
I don't know? We give it a few days and then divorce?! Is that even how any of this works?!
[Hoping that she had some answer that was better than his own muddled thoughts of annulment, he groans softly and buries his face in his hands with a heavy sigh. So much for this being an easy problem to solve, it seems. He rapidly shakes his head, a keening whine coming from his throat.]
I dunno...! I've never been married before! Hell, I'm not even sure if my parents were married!
Me neither! And I – I don't think marriage is all that great!
[ What do you do when you put two relationship-allergic individuals in a room together...you marry them off, apparently. ]
It's fine! It's fine, we'll figure something out. I just – don't think that's gonna be today, if I'm being realistic...
[ Because they are both clearly too frazzled to figure ANYTHING out. Like Vanitas, she would very much like to bolt out of the room and scream, but she can't just leave him here like this. It's her duty as a wife...or something... ]
Right?! Who in their right mind would love a miserable guy like me, anyways?! Only a fool would try to wed someone of my personality!
[Marry them off and throw away the key haha...]
No, probably not... We need time to recover-- or at least, I do. My head is throbbing, and I'm about ready to simply tear that piece of paper up.
[Her reaction warrants a laugh from him as he leans forward to rest his head on a hand, moaning softly under his breath. Even though they may not want to wait, it's probably the best idea so they don't get into more trouble.]
Right...? That'll teach me to take bets from strangers...
[ CALLED OUT!! Kara pulls the paper back, as if to say do not touch at the mention of the tear. ]
I'll hold onto it, then. Who knows when we'll need it in the future.
[ For the inevitable divorce arc. Or something. She folds it back up hastily and shoves it into her pocket. Then, she reaches over and grabs one of the bananas. ]
Snack on this, you'll feel better later. [ She tosses it over to him. ] And stay hydrated! [ ...Said as she remembers to take another sip of water. ] No more passing out, alright? Especially now that we're sober!
[So he says, but his cheeks remain red and he looks defeated, shoulders sagging.]
Don't go losing it now...
[He cautions her as he runs a hand over his face with a sigh. Though once she tosses him a banana, he catches it easily and sets the glass of water aside to peel it properly.]
Yes, yes. I'll take care of myself, don't worry. I'm not about to keel over or anything ridiculous like that. [Banana freed from the confines of it's peel, he slowly starts nibbling, and reaches back for the water to help down the fruit.] How can you be so damn pushy though? [Since he feels miserable and merely wants to hide under the covers.]
[ D'aw, look how grumpy he is. But she doesn't say anything else, and instead opts to take a banana for herself. She starts peeling it and is about to take a bite until- ]
Pushy? Ah, you're surprised because I'm hungover, too, aren't you? [ Yeah, that's fair. She laughs dryly and bites into her banana. After some nibbling: ] I dunno. I'm kinda used to just pushing past pain...or something like that. Sure is starting to kick in, though.
[Last thing he needs is to listen to someone go on about his foibles. He nods at her question, humming a bit around a bite of banana.]
All I want to do is crawl back in bed and sleep. [He's really not good with alcohol, or its accompanying affects. Which just leads him to sighing at how damn willful she is.] At least we're in the same boat, generally speaking. Filled with regrets, no doubt.
That's fine, you go do that. I'll probably end up, y'know...going out anyway... Make better...deci...sions...
[ But before she can finish her sentence, she happens to zonk out like a light. Clearly she'd been barely holding on during this whole ordeal. Her head drops down onto the table and she just. Sleeps. Like a person who hasn't gotten proper sleep in a while.
Well, that's one way of making sure she won't do anything funny? ]
[He boggles at her suddenly zoning out, but then, given the crazy night they had, it's probably not all that surprising? So he simply gets up and hefts her into his arms, then moves her to Noé's bed, tucking her in under the covers with a sigh.]
Geez... Who do you think you are, me?
[He mutters to himself as he seat himself on the foot of the bed, slowly leaning over until he's laying next to her legs, allowing himself to relax just a bit. It's silly, but... maybe if they just rest their eyes for a bit, they'll be fine. And have a better idea of how to handle their situation later...]
[ Kara sleeps pretty soundly, and unless Noé comes back and forcibly wakes her up, she's out for a few hours. Completely unaware of where Vanitas is resting, she may or may not kick him lightly, given that this is one of her bad sleep habits.
Eventually, she wakes up and groans. She opens her eyes blearily before she slowly sits up. ]
Mm...? Where - [ And that's when she realizes she's on a bed, tucked under the covers. She places a hand over her mouth and mutters to herself: ] Ah... How embarrassing...
[Thankfully that's enough time for him to get some much needed rest, too. Even her kicks aren't enough to throw him off, as he merely clings to her a little tighter. Not enough to wake her, but just so he doesn't get bonked in the head.
Only once she starts to stir does Vanitas too move slightly. A soft sigh escapes him in his sleep, and he murmurs quietly if incomprehensibly. Only one word is discernible.]
[ She sits up and realizes that her husband is clinging on relatively tightly to her, and her cheeks burn pink, simply because he's closer than she anticipated he'd be upon waking...
But the name says it all. He's dreaming of...someone else, probably? A former lover? Hmm. She has half a mind to put a hand on his shoulder and gently shake him, but she knows how awful he felt, so she opts to lay back down and let him rest. ]
[Finally, Vanitas too stirs and begins to rouse himself, lifting his head up and blinking blearily around him. It wasn't the most comfortable rest he's gotten, but he still feels better for having slept some more. The throbbing of his head has gone, and he no longer feels quite so sick as before.
Though once he realizes he's leaning on someone, he jerks upwards with a noise, head whirling towards her. Recognition dawns then, allowing him to relax a bit.]
Ah, shit, sorry... Guess we both needed the rest, huh?
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[If it has an official stamp on it, then he might be willing to entertain the notion that he got hitched to someone.]
Yeah, I
wait, is that all you're gonna do? Bring food? You're not going to try anything funny, are you?
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[ Food AND proof of their marriage!! An offer you can't (can) refuse! ]
Are you worried I'm going to poison you or something? Idk what you mean??
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[He'll just go ahead and (foolishly, because he's hungover) send the address to his hotel.]
No, that's not
never mind.
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[ The address is received, and she stops by a food stand downstairs to pick up some fruits. Enough for the two of them, because she, too, is persevering through a headache to walk on over to his hotel. ]
Alright, heading on up soon. No funny business, promise! I'm sober :D !!!
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[Ugh, she's one of those smiley face people, huh...? Just like Noé. Now he knows he's screwed. But all the same, he unlocks the door to await her arrival, then sits back on his bed with a groan, placing his head in hands in the hopes it might stop pounding.]
Door's open.
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But she opens the door and peeks her head in. Yeah, that sure is a semi-familiar face, so this is probably the Vanitas she got betrothed to. Soon, Kara steps in, and gently closes the door behind her. ]
Morning, Vanitas. You don't look so good.
[ Neither does she, to be fair...but alas... Keeping his question in mind, Kara sets a bunch of bananas on the countertop, and she scans the room for a kitchen. ]
Have you had any water?
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Kara. You seem to be doing about as well as I am.
[Which is to say, she looks better than him, but he's being obstinate. At least he nods towards the bathroom; no kitchen, but there's water there at least.]
Not yet. I was busy trying to make sense of what you were saying, since marriage is hardly something I would willingly get into.
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Don't be mistaken, I'm not one for marriage, either. [ She says it with a little shrug before she takes a seat across of him, on one of the guest chairs in his room. She's quick to take a sip of her water. ] Let alone with a man I don't even know. I'm sure we're on the same page.
[ Which is a far more mature response than what she gave over text..... ]
I do have a signed document, with what I assume is both of our signatures. I mean, I know which one mine is, obviously, but...yeah. You wanna see it?
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Huh. Good to know, I guess. [She at least seems reasonable and not the sort gunning for a quick wedding as a means of getting a cash cow husband or some other nefarious plans, which goes a long way towards making him more open to having a conversation with her.] So it would seem.
[He appreciates that her actual personality doesn't quite match the silliness of the her texts.]
Hmm. Might as well. Best to be sure there isn't someone out there trying to forge my name for whatever reason. Let's see it.
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Kara reaches into her pocket and takes out the rather crumpled set of documents. She unfolds it and holds it out in front of him (both of them) to look at. ]
Of course, here you go. [ She lets him read the marriage certificate as thoroughly as he'd like, but after a few moments, she lets out a thinly veiled nervous chuckle, and her free hand lightly scratches at her cheek. ] Man! We really are married, huh? No fanfare, no nothing... I guess it really is that easy to get hitched...
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Huh... Looks like my signature... [He then skims over the rest of the certificate, stating that by law they are now, in fact, husband and wife. He may also be steadily turning a very delicate shade of white...] It... sure seems that way. But I-- I just can't believe I'd do anything like that... What do we do now?
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[ Kara takes a moment to give his question some serious thought. Who knew that all it took was taking out a piece of paper to get her to drop the smiley face. It actually does bother her a lot, more than she's willing to let on, for reasons that aren't all that different from Vanitas'. ]
I don't know? We give it a few days and then divorce?! Is that even how any of this works?!
[ aaaaAAAAA ]
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I dunno...! I've never been married before! Hell, I'm not even sure if my parents were married!
[WHAT IF HE'S AN ILLEGITIMATE CHILD?!]
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[ What do you do when you put two relationship-allergic individuals in a room together...you marry them off, apparently. ]
It's fine! It's fine, we'll figure something out. I just – don't think that's gonna be today, if I'm being realistic...
[ Because they are both clearly too frazzled to figure ANYTHING out. Like Vanitas, she would very much like to bolt out of the room and scream, but she can't just leave him here like this. It's her duty as a wife...or something... ]
Ugh...never drinking again...
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[Marry them off and throw away the key haha...]
No, probably not... We need time to recover-- or at least, I do. My head is throbbing, and I'm about ready to simply tear that piece of paper up.
[Her reaction warrants a laugh from him as he leans forward to rest his head on a hand, moaning softly under his breath. Even though they may not want to wait, it's probably the best idea so they don't get into more trouble.]
Right...? That'll teach me to take bets from strangers...
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[ CALLED OUT!! Kara pulls the paper back, as if to say do not touch at the mention of the tear. ]
I'll hold onto it, then. Who knows when we'll need it in the future.
[ For the inevitable divorce arc. Or something. She folds it back up hastily and shoves it into her pocket. Then, she reaches over and grabs one of the bananas. ]
Snack on this, you'll feel better later. [ She tosses it over to him. ] And stay hydrated! [ ...Said as she remembers to take another sip of water. ] No more passing out, alright? Especially now that we're sober!
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[So he says, but his cheeks remain red and he looks defeated, shoulders sagging.]
Don't go losing it now...
[He cautions her as he runs a hand over his face with a sigh. Though once she tosses him a banana, he catches it easily and sets the glass of water aside to peel it properly.]
Yes, yes. I'll take care of myself, don't worry. I'm not about to keel over or anything ridiculous like that. [Banana freed from the confines of it's peel, he slowly starts nibbling, and reaches back for the water to help down the fruit.] How can you be so damn pushy though? [Since he feels miserable and merely wants to hide under the covers.]
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[ D'aw, look how grumpy he is. But she doesn't say anything else, and instead opts to take a banana for herself. She starts peeling it and is about to take a bite until- ]
Pushy? Ah, you're surprised because I'm hungover, too, aren't you? [ Yeah, that's fair. She laughs dryly and bites into her banana. After some nibbling: ] I dunno. I'm kinda used to just pushing past pain...or something like that. Sure is starting to kick in, though.
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[Last thing he needs is to listen to someone go on about his foibles. He nods at her question, humming a bit around a bite of banana.]
All I want to do is crawl back in bed and sleep. [He's really not good with alcohol, or its accompanying affects. Which just leads him to sighing at how damn willful she is.] At least we're in the same boat, generally speaking. Filled with regrets, no doubt.
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[ But before she can finish her sentence, she happens to zonk out like a light. Clearly she'd been barely holding on during this whole ordeal. Her head drops down onto the table and she just. Sleeps. Like a person who hasn't gotten proper sleep in a while.
Well, that's one way of making sure she won't do anything funny? ]
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[He boggles at her suddenly zoning out, but then, given the crazy night they had, it's probably not all that surprising? So he simply gets up and hefts her into his arms, then moves her to Noé's bed, tucking her in under the covers with a sigh.]
Geez... Who do you think you are, me?
[He mutters to himself as he seat himself on the foot of the bed, slowly leaning over until he's laying next to her legs, allowing himself to relax just a bit. It's silly, but... maybe if they just rest their eyes for a bit, they'll be fine. And have a better idea of how to handle their situation later...]
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Eventually, she wakes up and groans. She opens her eyes blearily before she slowly sits up. ]
Mm...? Where - [ And that's when she realizes she's on a bed, tucked under the covers. She places a hand over her mouth and mutters to herself: ] Ah... How embarrassing...
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Only once she starts to stir does Vanitas too move slightly. A soft sigh escapes him in his sleep, and he murmurs quietly if incomprehensibly. Only one word is discernible.]
Mmnn... Lu...na....
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[ She sits up and realizes that her husband is clinging on relatively tightly to her, and her cheeks burn pink, simply because he's closer than she anticipated he'd be upon waking...
But the name says it all. He's dreaming of...someone else, probably? A former lover? Hmm. She has half a mind to put a hand on his shoulder and gently shake him, but she knows how awful he felt, so she opts to lay back down and let him rest. ]
Luna, huh...
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Though once he realizes he's leaning on someone, he jerks upwards with a noise, head whirling towards her. Recognition dawns then, allowing him to relax a bit.]
Ah, shit, sorry... Guess we both needed the rest, huh?
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