your bright eyes are gonna kill me for sure
Such gracious husbands. You lift a brow at Nate in response, your dry voice showing the truth of your emotions. "Wouldn't miss it." You would have, of course, and that's no secret - nor is the true 'generosity' behind your gift. You might have said more, but then a familiar figure is approaching the newlyweds, and it's mercifully time for you to step back.
At least a little bit.
You haven't seen the 'Biter look shaken by people too often, but boy if this particular guest doesn't seem to have taken Jata aback. Amusement flickers over your face, briefly, because you have no idea what the fuck is going on and find the tall idiot's discomfort hilarious. And when he greets you you of course nod in reply, extending a hand for him to shake. "Kane. Always a pleasure."
With a reaction like that you're genuinely surprised that Nate doesn't seem to know your coworker. And you're about to oblige the groom when some fuckin' rando decides to name himself the gods-damned bouncer of this party. Bristling immediately, you blink at the interloper and his appalling purple suit, instinctively tightening your hold on Vai. "Friend'a yours?" is murmured to Nate before you take a step to move very slightly between Kane and the green-eyed shit, fixing him with your most pleasant, I-don't-want-any-shit-but-don't-fucking-cross-me look. "Now, ain't no need for any'a that, lad," comes the mild suggestion, while in the crowd a few figures drift closer, clearly readying to pick a side. (Yours. It's yours). "It'd be a shame t'cause trouble on such a joyous day, eh?"
At least a little bit.
You haven't seen the 'Biter look shaken by people too often, but boy if this particular guest doesn't seem to have taken Jata aback. Amusement flickers over your face, briefly, because you have no idea what the fuck is going on and find the tall idiot's discomfort hilarious. And when he greets you you of course nod in reply, extending a hand for him to shake. "Kane. Always a pleasure."
With a reaction like that you're genuinely surprised that Nate doesn't seem to know your coworker. And you're about to oblige the groom when some fuckin' rando decides to name himself the gods-damned bouncer of this party. Bristling immediately, you blink at the interloper and his appalling purple suit, instinctively tightening your hold on Vai. "Friend'a yours?" is murmured to Nate before you take a step to move very slightly between Kane and the green-eyed shit, fixing him with your most pleasant, I-don't-want-any-shit-but-don't-fucking-cross-me look. "Now, ain't no need for any'a that, lad," comes the mild suggestion, while in the crowd a few figures drift closer, clearly readying to pick a side. (Yours. It's yours). "It'd be a shame t'cause trouble on such a joyous day, eh?"
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