<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DLM6Wh8.jpg)</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Leasick Valshanner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=322870.msg15505003#msg15505003)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021, 11:00 AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Yumi Katsura Bridal Store (Outlet)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Mallory<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As pictured and then suiting up (https://i.imgur.com/ndcijWY.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"I do <em>love</em> a good challenge."</strong>His repartee came with an animated smile, responding to her tease to his tease with yet another tease. It was like tennis; whacking the ball back and forth until one of them slips up and gets flustered. Good banter was the basis of a solid friendship and the same went for flirting and romantic relationships<del>   </del>in his opinion, anyway.<br/><br/>When she gave him a little jab about jumping straight to marriage, he coily responded with,<strong>"I like jumping straight to the fun parts,"</strong>and, after a slight pause, added with a shrug,<strong>"Besides, it's not like I have all the time in the world; it's either go for it or forget about it. Can't fumble about pointlessly for eons."</strong><br/><br/>With a soft chuckle he slowly removed his hand from Mallory's waist after she made her intentions clear with a clearing of her throat.<strong>"At least we had some fun, right?"</strong>All work and no play made for a boring work week. A bit of fun was important for him to have to keep himself from tumbling down the rabbit hole and lose all motivation to keep going. The thought that he might very well be dead in just a few years<del>   </del>or less, depending on how his health regressed over time<del>   </del>was always prodding at the back of his mind. Focusing on work and fun were the best ways to keep those crippling thoughts at bay.<br/><br/>Placing his hands on her slender back, he gingerly tugged at the zipper she wanted to see undone. As inch by inch of her backside was uncovered, the fingertips of his human hand ever so lightly trailed across it as if trailing behind the zipper as it came undone. The end of the trail was reached just at the start of where her rear curved snugly inside the wedding dress. It was only then that he responded to her inquiry about his intentions with their little "wedding photo."<br/><br/><strong>"Just to keep as a souvenir,"</strong>he told her earnestly, his coy smile having turned into something more bittersweet as the dark thoughts did invade his mind, in a way, as he lamented the fact that he would likely not get married. Not in this life, in any case.<br/><br/>Closing his eyes, he took a step back before turning around.<strong>"Think I'll keep this outfit for the mission.</strong>Walking towards the couch, he seated himself, leaning his elbow on the arm rest and his face against his fist. His coy expression having returned, he carried on,<strong>"I'm looking forward to seeing the party dress the nice lady picks out for you."</strong>