I definitely don't think this is the time for marriage or proposing.
[Not when they've only been together a year. Not when they couldn't decide whose ship to live on. Not when they had Atroma looming over their shoulder, ready to remove one or both of them at a moment's notice.
The idea of marriage wasn't as preposterous as it used to be. But it was still a long way out there.]
But on the other hand, it seems wrong to just shove them in my closet or out an airlock.
[And after about ten minutes, the Blue Fish will get a Vanquish shuttle in their hanger! Clay takes the time to land, then steps out, already looking for Allen - Ah, there he is, waiting for him. Clay grins, gives a wave, and hurries on over to him.]
[And Clay returns that hug, getting to the side of the wheelchair and bending down to do so. After a long moment's embrace, Clay leans back enough to give Allen a quick kiss on the lips as another hello, then looks down at the box in his lap.]
[He'll lift the box from his lap and open the lid. Sure enough, it's just like the photo showed, except they probably look even nicer now that they aren't on a photo shot by a communicator]
There's chains with them, so you can wear them as a ring or a necklace.
Wow... [He kneels down, both to get a better look at the rings and to be more eye-level with Allen] They look really nice. Did she buy them, or make them herself?
[He crosses his arms and puts them on the arm of the wheelchair, then rests his chin on them while looking down at the rings]
I like them. They make good promise rings. [He can't help the blush that comes up, feeling a little flustered now. Now that he's right here with Allen and with the rings, it feels a lot more real than just texting about it.] So, uh... Ha. Wow. We're really doing this. [He sounds more awed and shy than anything]
Nooo no no. [He laughs a little while he says it though, moving one hand to rest lightly on Allen's knee] Not while you're still like this. ... Technically I'm down on a knee, so we got that part out of the way?
[Good because while his legs are getting better, he's pretty sure kneeling would still hurt some. Still, um, this was probably something they were supposed to make seem formal right? So he'll lift up the box and hold up to Clay]
[He blurts it out, probably out of nerves, with a fist clenched and everything. But realizing this is probably supposed to be formal, Clay widens his eyes before shaking his head, then starts over a bit sheepishly.]
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the stars the gems are in are called Vega and Altair
theres a japanese celebration called the tanabata - the star festival
Vega and Altair represent two star-crossed lovers that they celebrate on july 7
that days the only day the lovers can meet every year so they hope for a clear day when they celebrate
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...Yeah. That sounds like something Ino would find romantic.
[Star-crossed lovers who suffer to see one another. Seems right up her alley. ]
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LA has a festival for it 2
we celebrate it in august tho
tehres music and food and these decoration things called kazari
its pretty fun!
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[Though going out with Clay was quite a star party]
If the celebrations you know are in August, at least that's close to our anniversary...
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so uh
what do U want to do with them??
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I definitely don't think this is the time for marriage or proposing.
[Not when they've only been together a year. Not when they couldn't decide whose ship to live on. Not when they had Atroma looming over their shoulder, ready to remove one or both of them at a moment's notice.
The idea of marriage wasn't as preposterous as it used to be. But it was still a long way out there.]
But on the other hand, it seems wrong to just shove them in my closet or out an airlock.
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[They absolutely weren't ready for any kind of marriage, especially since Atroma could make one or the other go home any time.]
she left them for you so its your choice but
i say keep them
if anything it s a way to say were ~star-crossed lovers~ ;D
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[Sure, "Star-Crossed" sometimes meant doomed, but that didn't always have to be the case, right? And as for it being his choice? Well...
There's a pause. ]
Ino's the reason we ever found each other. So maybe we can wear them as a promise.
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[And after it...]
like promise rings?
havent heard that in a long time
we can do that!!
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[NOBODY SMARTER AT SPACE THAN HIS ASTRONAUT NOPE]
Yeah, like those! I mean, I'm very sure our relationship is serious enough to qualify for those.
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so you can take 1 an di take the other! want to do it now or later
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then i'll be there ina few mins
(ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)
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See you soon. (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)
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Hey you!
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[The box is sitting on his lap. As Clay comes over, he'll reach up his arms in an attempt to give Clay a hug. ]
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So that's them?
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[He'll lift the box from his lap and open the lid. Sure enough, it's just like the photo showed, except they probably look even nicer now that they aren't on a photo shot by a communicator]
There's chains with them, so you can wear them as a ring or a necklace.
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[He crosses his arms and puts them on the arm of the wheelchair, then rests his chin on them while looking down at the rings]
I like them. They make good promise rings. [He can't help the blush that comes up, feeling a little flustered now. Now that he's right here with Allen and with the rings, it feels a lot more real than just texting about it.] So, uh... Ha. Wow. We're really doing this. [He sounds more awed and shy than anything]
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Ah...yeah, guess we are.
[HUH. Yeah, this is getting much more real now. He smiles sheepishly]
Should I..um try to get down on one knee?
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[Good because while his legs are getting better, he's pretty sure kneeling would still hurt some. Still, um, this was probably something they were supposed to make seem formal right? So he'll lift up the box and hold up to Clay]
So...Clay, will you...um, keep dating me?
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[He blurts it out, probably out of nerves, with a fist clenched and everything. But realizing this is probably supposed to be formal, Clay widens his eyes before shaking his head, then starts over a bit sheepishly.]
I mean, uh... yes. Til the end.
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