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Evolette smirked/giggled. "Nahhh." She waved a hand in the air, momentarily distracted by the fact that her ring finger was empty. She wasn't wearing Nico's ring, and she wasn't wearing Terry's ring. It was just empty. "If I do ever get married, you'll be the first one to know." And, she would MAKE him come to wherever she was to be there too. She just would. |
Plymouth hadn't noticed the lack of ring before - but he did now that she was pointing it out. He.. chose not to comment on it, though Plymouth was transparent enough that she could probably guess that he noticed just from following the looks on his face. "When you get married," Plymouth corrected. |
Looking up at him, Evolette arched an eyebrow. "When?" Ehhhh. She wasn't sure, really. "You have quite a lot of faith in me, don't you?" Of course he did. He always did. |
"You bet I do," Plymouth announced, loud and proud and without one speck of insincerity. "And your sister. The one that looks just like, but almost made me cry," Plymouth made a big arcing motion at his tummy to illustrate Tavie," she'll be there too. You should let us be in the wedding party. Let me walk with her." HEHE. |
"I think that I will be in her wedding before she's in my wedding." Evolette said, nudging his knee with hers, "But- if you still want to, and she hasn't petrified you before that, then I'll see what I can do." |
Plymouth offered a hand over for a DEAL handshake. It was a deal. "I hope she gets married before you. Han was an okay fellow. I think." Plymouth's memories were marred by Tavie ... and Willow Kovac. And always Evolette McKenna. "hehe." |
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