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[fulzanin]

"Don't you's think this'll be exciting, Asli?" Ichigo asked, her leaning her head over to look at the baby rock demon. There was a snort in reply, and then a grumble as Aslisk turned a page in the book. It was ridiculous in her opinion that the designer for their wedding attire had a whole book filled to the brim with hues and different colors. Couldn't she say she wanted pink?! No, no, apparently there were so many shades of pink that it constituted a good portion of the book.
"It's a human tradition," Aslisk responded, again turning the page. "I don't know how excited I could get."
Ichigo pouted. "You's don't gotta get like this again, you's know."
"I'm not getting like anything," the sharp reply came. The taller piyan rolled over, leaving Ichigo to whine and grab onto a webbed wing. "Look, we're getting married and this right here isn't making anything easier."
A huff was her response, followed by a sneeze. "Asli, this is supposed to be a very happy day, you's just gotta not..do that."
"Do what?"
"All of what you's doing right now, which is not cuddling with I's," Ichigo chirped, her flopping against the baby rock demon. Aslisk grumbled. Her red eyes turned to look at the book of colors. There were notes hanging this way and that off of the pages. With another grumble the baby rock demon laid back, and Ichigo was more than happy to curl up next to her and swiftly doze off, her breath raspy from the eternal cold that she suffered.