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"Are you certain you wouldn't rather stay in?" Kyrian queried, adjusting the collar of his suit as he studied his reflection in the mirror. They had just gotten home off a month long tour, and the white haired Gallade was looking forward to some peace and quiet. He smiled a bit at that. Well, as peaceful as could be expected with his boisterous husband bouncing around. Said husband peeked around the bathroom door, and nodded his head. "I am certain! It's a wedding-I love weddings!" "Since when?" Kyrian replied, raising an eyebrow at the Gothitelle. "Since we had one, of course." Caelan laughed, and ducked back into the bathroom. "Besides,

Kyrian set Caelan on his feet on the deck of the ship, eyes scanning the skyline above Poyi, frowning at the heavy, thick smoke, swirling with embers and ash. When the warning to evacuate sounded, the Gallade's immediate reaction was to get Caelan safely aboard one of the ships. "I'm going to go help teleport more people, Cae." He told his husband, leaning down to kiss the Gothitelle softly. "I kind of wish you wouldn't." Cae replied, blue eyes also fixed on the disruption in front of them. He did not relish the idea of the white skinned singer risking his life; but, then, he knew perfectly well that Kyrian would not stand idly by when he c