"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, there will no doubt be cake. Lots of cake!"

"You, my love, need an intervention." Kyrian shook his head with a small chuckle.

"Oh, don't worry, Kyri. I am sure there will boring bunny food for you to eat, too." The musician teased back.

"Hurry up, or I will just eat you instead." The suggestive statement was still enough to make the shy Gallade blush faintly. He was getting better at the playful rejoinders, but it could still be embarrassing.

Kyrian slid a pair of delicate ruby and diamond cuff links into place while he waited, glancing down at the wedding invitation. Maybe this was a bit overdressed for the venue. "I spend a lot of time waiting for you to get ready, Cae, you realize this?"

"Mm-hmm." Caelan agreed, walking out into the front room. "But surely it's worth it?"

"You are worth it, yes." The Leucistic male went over and glanced into the full length mirror in the bedroom, checking over his appearance. He wasn't the clothes horse his husband was, but at the same time, he didn't want to look bad. "At least, I think you are. And I do hope they have suitable food. Salad would be nice, so would some meats. Not so much just sweets." He twitched slightly at that thought.

Cae picked up the Gallade's cloak, draping it over his arm. "I have your sun barrier. And my purse!" As he grabbed up the said item just as he said that. "So I am ready to go when you are!"

The white haired male turned from the mirror, making sure the keys to their house were in his pocket. "Mhmm... like you are actually waiting for me. Is that what you're hinting at; or trying to, oh takes three hours to get ready for anything?"

"Of course, Kyri!" the Gothitelle giggled, moving over to gently drape the opera length cloak over Kyrian, leaning up on tiptoes to place a soft kiss on his lips as he flipped the hood into place. "Shall we go now?"

"Indeed." Hand in hand, they left their house, heading for the location of the wedding.