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xp_logsHaroun and Alison are having Yet Another go-around on their wedding plans. Finally, mad inspiration strikes and they leap to implement it before anyone else can stop them.
Haroun was heartily sick of wedding planning. The astronomical costs, the endless fussing, the hot tears and sweet making-up ... he just wanted it done. He was this close to breaking entirely and just giving her her way, expense and his own traditions be damned.
To say that Haroun was clearly at his limits would have been an understatement of epic proportions. Alison suspected that it would take only a few more minutes for steam to quite literally start forming... and she was hardly the model of sanity herself right now. For all that she wanted the wedding and wanted all the frills that came with it, she didn't want Haroun to give him what he wanted either.
They were both going to end up in the insane ward at this rate.
"All right." he said. "We're getting nowhere here." he said, pushing the papers across the table in disgust. "Same old song and dance. You want this, I want that." He knuckled his forehead to try to physically hold back his raging headache.
"I know," she sighed, leaning down to bump her forehead lightly on the table. It wasn't the first time she'd done this since they'd started trying to work this out, and she had no doubt it wouldn't be the last at this rate. "I..." She sighed heavily, shoulders slumping a bit, and idly hoped that the ink from the magazine wouldn't stain her forehead like the last time she'd done this. "We're going to have to find a solution soon. This is getting ridiculous."
"At this rate we should just say "Fuck it". Head to Vegas and get married on the quick." he said, his temper finally snapping. But as he spoke the King's Blue Suede Shoescame on the radio.
He looked at the radio, then looked at Alison, then looked at the radio again. "Naaaaaaaaaaaah." he said disbelievingly.
Alison, having turned her head as the familiar chords started, blinking at the radio. And then placed both hands on the table to push herself up, before giving Haroun a Look.
"It's a sign." And with that, she nodded wisely at him.
Haroun giggled as he contemplated things. "They will kill us both when they find out what we're up to." he said with obvious relish
Haroun was heartily sick of wedding planning. The astronomical costs, the endless fussing, the hot tears and sweet making-up ... he just wanted it done. He was this close to breaking entirely and just giving her her way, expense and his own traditions be damned.
To say that Haroun was clearly at his limits would have been an understatement of epic proportions. Alison suspected that it would take only a few more minutes for steam to quite literally start forming... and she was hardly the model of sanity herself right now. For all that she wanted the wedding and wanted all the frills that came with it, she didn't want Haroun to give him what he wanted either.
They were both going to end up in the insane ward at this rate.
"All right." he said. "We're getting nowhere here." he said, pushing the papers across the table in disgust. "Same old song and dance. You want this, I want that." He knuckled his forehead to try to physically hold back his raging headache.
"I know," she sighed, leaning down to bump her forehead lightly on the table. It wasn't the first time she'd done this since they'd started trying to work this out, and she had no doubt it wouldn't be the last at this rate. "I..." She sighed heavily, shoulders slumping a bit, and idly hoped that the ink from the magazine wouldn't stain her forehead like the last time she'd done this. "We're going to have to find a solution soon. This is getting ridiculous."
"At this rate we should just say "Fuck it". Head to Vegas and get married on the quick." he said, his temper finally snapping. But as he spoke the King's Blue Suede Shoescame on the radio.
He looked at the radio, then looked at Alison, then looked at the radio again. "Naaaaaaaaaaaah." he said disbelievingly.
Alison, having turned her head as the familiar chords started, blinking at the radio. And then placed both hands on the table to push herself up, before giving Haroun a Look.
"It's a sign." And with that, she nodded wisely at him.
Haroun giggled as he contemplated things. "They will kill us both when they find out what we're up to." he said with obvious relish
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