audio; [four] tying the knot

[hisheartsdesire]

[ The voice clicks on to a bit of almost inaudible talking before the first voice starts up: it’s
Dorian’s ]

Well, I’m sure that some of you think this is hilariously overdue. Toby and I are officially married!

[Someone (who at this point is almost obviously Toby) can be heard gasping, slightly panting for breath as Dorian speaks before chiming in himself.]

Yeah, got the whole legal aspect out of the way, and so we’re finally going to have the actual wedding and reception! [He is so damn proud! Which means it’s time to make out with Dorian some more.

There’s just the sound of so much kissing before Dorian pulls away, taking a few short breaths, before he continues.]

Said reception, by the way, is at the Hotel Castille, this Saturday afternoon. Feel free to drop off all your wedding gifts then, I personally prefer—mmph!

[ Yeah, kissing to shut him up has started again. But only because Toby can’t help it, and because that’s all everyone else needs to know, right? Marriage, place, time… What is it Dorian’s saying about wedding gifts? Breaking away, Toby whispers,]

—Sorry dear, what was that?

[ It’s obvious that Dorian’s counting off on his fingers as he talks. ] Well let’s see, wedding, place, time, gifts—oh, don’t buy patterns, I don’t like patterns. What else...dress code? Don’t show up either of us, that’s the dress code. I think that’s it?

You think people would actually show us up? Don't be ridiculous...

[Again, sounds of passionate kissing, some fumbling, and then it all clicks off.]

five ➵ video

[huntergames]

[ The feed opens to the living room of Casa Ludgate-Graham with the communicator set upon a coffee table and Sasha seated on the floor in front of it. Before her is a plate that's been cleared of her dinner and beside that a glass that looks to be emptied, too. There's a tall bottle of some kind of drink that can be seen just at the edge of the feed, that only appears in view for a quick moment as one of the raccoons picks it up and carries it off to put it back where it belongs. Another raccoon waddles over to one Will Graham, laying on the couch just behind Sasha, asleep, and it takes a hold of the empty glass on the floor before making off with it to put it in the sink.

They're such a helpful bunch, these fuzzy guys. ]

Hello! This is um, Sasha.

[ Sasha doesn't hold her gaze long; it's always intimidating to address the network at large rather than one or two people. However, she appears more contemplative than apprehensive. ]

Summer is already over. It feels like it went by very fast, didn't it? Um, because of that, I have a question to ask the network if it is alright.

[ It's been nagging at her for a long time, but up until this month she thought she would have figured it all out. ]

Since a lot of us have been here a while and it might be ah, longer... how do you plan for that? [ She glances into the camera again, this time her expression sheepish. ] Is there a way to do that?

[ And then from behind, a couple of raccoons return with a light blanket in their paws, heading toward the couch and tossing it over Will's form. ]