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The grand finale is upon you, the pastor declares you man and wife, and permission to smooch has been granted. With Wilma’s hands on yours, time and space feels trivial, you don’t know where you are, you don’t know what time it is, but you <span class="mu-s">know</span> what to do. And your threat becomes reality, you make her lips yours with an impassioned kiss! Wilma slowly retorts in kind, slowing down the pace, but somehow making it sweeter, the monstrous cheers can’t distract you from the affection you’re showing to one another. Everything about this is fake but this one moment, this one small fraction of the play.
You can’t tell how long it lasted, but sadly you can tell it is over. The smile awaiting you after you open your eyes fills you with an indescribable amount of joy. Wilma is red as a tomato, water makes things wet, yadda yadda. But there’s something about the way she’s blushing that feels joyfully unique…
Too bad you’re trapped inside a chapel with monsters to boot from a high-budget horror game! It’s trying hard to ruin the magic you’re feeling! But love dulls the senses, so you aren’t afraid! This is the part of the wedding where you frantically run away from your family and friends to your getaway vehicle! This couldn’t feel more appropriate!
