08-02-2018, 09:50 AM
[font=trebuchet ms]Paper knew almost nothing about weddings.
As far as he could tell based on what he had heard, a wedding was meant to signify that the two participants would stay together for the rest of their lives. He had thought it was fairly normal for mated pairs to stay together, though; there were exceptions, but typically if you got together with someone, especially if kids were involved, it only made sense to stay together. Maybe that was just typical jackal behavior, though, and not typical of the animal kingdom as a whole.
Besides, if Pincher and Jacob were confident enough in the strength of their relationship to host a big ceremony with all the bells and whistles it entailed, knowing that if their marriage fell through everyone would see it, then more power to them. He could respect that, for sure, even with his lack of experience in such matters.
Paper owned little in the way of wedding attire, but he had, at least, left his bag- and the ruby inside it- back at the remnants of his hut. It was a bit... tacky to carry all his belongings to this location, and it was fair to assume no one would steal anything given that almost everyone was attending the ceremony. He had washed and groomed his fur thoroughly, a difficult task given how much of it he had, so that it lay flat and clean rather than sticking up everywhere.
The only thing he wore was the locket that Gold had given him, understated but effective. (Not that he would have taken it off anyway.)
Once he looked at his reflection in the water and affirmed that he was presentable- his fur was clean, tamed, and dry enough not to drip water on the sand- he made his way over to the deep sea dome. As he entered, he halted for a few moments to take in the scene. Pincher had spared no expense, between the origami cranes, the glowing lanterns, the white carpet, and even the floating flowers.
Finally, Paper found his chair- at the end of the second aisle, one seat away from the center- and took a seat atop it, watching the altar closely. If Pincher looked his way, he would offer a wink of his yellow eye. The Captain was clearly nervous, and while he couldn’t blame him, he could at least try to help calm him.
As far as he could tell based on what he had heard, a wedding was meant to signify that the two participants would stay together for the rest of their lives. He had thought it was fairly normal for mated pairs to stay together, though; there were exceptions, but typically if you got together with someone, especially if kids were involved, it only made sense to stay together. Maybe that was just typical jackal behavior, though, and not typical of the animal kingdom as a whole.
Besides, if Pincher and Jacob were confident enough in the strength of their relationship to host a big ceremony with all the bells and whistles it entailed, knowing that if their marriage fell through everyone would see it, then more power to them. He could respect that, for sure, even with his lack of experience in such matters.
Paper owned little in the way of wedding attire, but he had, at least, left his bag- and the ruby inside it- back at the remnants of his hut. It was a bit... tacky to carry all his belongings to this location, and it was fair to assume no one would steal anything given that almost everyone was attending the ceremony. He had washed and groomed his fur thoroughly, a difficult task given how much of it he had, so that it lay flat and clean rather than sticking up everywhere.
The only thing he wore was the locket that Gold had given him, understated but effective. (Not that he would have taken it off anyway.)
Once he looked at his reflection in the water and affirmed that he was presentable- his fur was clean, tamed, and dry enough not to drip water on the sand- he made his way over to the deep sea dome. As he entered, he halted for a few moments to take in the scene. Pincher had spared no expense, between the origami cranes, the glowing lanterns, the white carpet, and even the floating flowers.
Finally, Paper found his chair- at the end of the second aisle, one seat away from the center- and took a seat atop it, watching the altar closely. If Pincher looked his way, he would offer a wink of his yellow eye. The Captain was clearly nervous, and while he couldn’t blame him, he could at least try to help calm him.
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo