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[That one earns an even deader version of the stare he's getting so much today. Do you want her to run around with shotguns again. Do you, Will? Wait all things considered he might like that so hm.]

Be mindful of your words. If you end up sick at a crucial time like a wedding day, I might need to seek Jade's aid in curing you.

[Aww, she's so fun to pick on sometimes. Though the Jade threat earns an internal wince that never reaches his face. Jade is a fabulous deterrent, everyone should have one.]

Don't worry about that. Even if I was dying of tuberculosis, I'd never leave you at an altar.

[Someone has a bullying kink and it isn't George. At this moment. Though Lion is rather pleased about the Jade comment but still.]

Well we'd have bigger problems if that were that case, as I would have to pinch you terribly for getting so sick.

[Hey, that's rude. He's nowhere near as malignant about it as George. If Lion asked him to or genuinely got upset, he'd stop in a heartbeat.]

I can see what the bigger problem is. Pinching a sick person, how horrible.

[It would have to be the latter, since any 'asking' would be done in the same teasing way as the insults; meaning it wouldn't be serious. This is just harmless flirting.]

It's a folk cure I want to try. It might get you up and feeling more energetic.

[Then it's good she's not upset, or else the flirting would end. Though with an answer like that, his eyes almost roll out of his head.]

See. Horrible. You should know that cure only works for a few minutes at most.

[To counter his eyerolling, he receives a bright smile.]

A few minutes is long enough to marry you. Then you could go back to sleep.

As long as I don't have to wear a suit.

[If he only has a few hypothetical minutes, wasting time getting changed is just too cruel.]

[Even Lion isn't that cruel.]

I suppose I can allow for that. Though now I'm curious what you'll wear.

[Oh good. That kind of thing would drive him to tears.]

If I was sick? Wouldn't bother getting changed at all.

You would be the more handsome groom, I'm sure.

[Just smiling now.] And what if you weren't sick? I don't care, for the record. As long as you're happy with what you're wearing.

[Though she reserves the right to fuss over it anyway.]

[There's actually a bit of a pause here, where he looks like he's seriously contemplating it. The most formal he ever got was the official uniform, and he tore that to pieces the moment he got a high enough rank to get away with not conforming to dress code. So. Suits? How do. Why happening.

Then after the good half-minute of deep contemplation, Lion gets her answer, dispensed from the minds of immortal sages themselves.]

No ties.

[Another pause and Lion starts laughing. She has to cover her mouth because the mental image is too perfect. And even if she notes that Will would look very nice in a suit, it doesn't beat imagining Will fiddling with a tie and failing.]

I know how to tie them, if that's the issue. They aren't difficult. [Smirking.]

[Ugh, she took it wrong and now she's going to use it as ammunition forever. She can watch as the beat of annoyance flies across his face before it's executed on sight.]

I know how to tie them. I mean I refuse to wear one.

[Sadly, Lion is still amused.]

Why is that? I imagine you look nice in them. You can look quite charming when you want.

[Horrible girlfriend. Horrible.]

Sorry. I'm not a fan of walking around with a particularly fashionable noose around my neck. Especially not for the sake for appearances.

[Horrible future wife, even.]

A particularly fashionable noose? That really is a melodramatic dislike of them. Perhaps I'll wear one instead.

[It's nice to know she'll never change.]

Go ahead. Tell me how fun it is to be strangled when you're done.

[Of course not, he loves her as she is, right?]

I have worn them many times. I don't recall any strangulation.

[Always and forever. Even if she's horrible and wants to kill him.]

Consider yourself lucky. It's not pleasant.

[It's only fair when he tries the same. And coming full circle like a real noose.]

Are you certain you just don't know how to tie them properly?

[She's just repeating herself now. And it gets an irritated sigh for her efforts.]

Yes. Because they were tied properly means they were effective as a noose.

[Or maybe a leash. Also that ingrained mindset from the military that says have anything tight around your neck is asking to have your windpipe crushed. ...Mostly the first one. Being dragged around by ties sucks.]

Whatever. I'm still not wearing one.

[Lion giggles but at least Will is let off now.]

I won't make you. You really can wear whatever you want and I'll just be happy to be beside you. Though I take no blame for any reactions of others if you show up in pajamas.

[He wouldn't mind a suit. Would probably rock it like no one's business. But a response like that is just too perfect.]

Sure. You're not up for the idea of corsets and ridiculous dresses either. We can both get married in our pajamas, right in your grandfather's garden.

[Can you imagine his face oh man best trolling.]

[Trying to imagine it and she barely holds back another laugh.]

It would be a disaster. My hair would look terrible...

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