“Are we all ready for this?” T’Raal asked, looking around the small group of males assembled in the orchard near Skinny’s family home. They were all dressed to the nines, even Sparky, who had been persuaded to comb his hair for once.
“Relax, boss,” Skinny smiled, noticing T’Raal’s agitation. “It’s all good. They’ll be here… draanth, you’re more on edge here and I’m the one getting hitched!”
draanth, “Yeah… yeah,” the big Warborne leader waved dismissively. “But I’m the one doing the ceremony, and if I don’t get to marry someone soon, I’m going to start shooting people.”
“Awww… didn’t know you were such an old romantic, T!” Fin chuckled, earning himself a glare for using the nickname.
Awww“I’ll marry you, boss,” Sparky grinned, making kissy faces at the besuited warrior.
“f**k off, you
