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"Like you," he responded, grinning back at her. Didn't matter how many times he looked at her, he would always find her beautiful and desirable. "So hot as fuck, obviously." He tapped his fingers against his phone for a moment before standing up and slipping it into his pocket. He was already dressed in a casual Prada suit but decided to forgo the jacket. It was hot enough with the harness and he didn't want to bother with a jacket. People were used to his 'physical deformity' anyways, and he realized that he was done caring what others thought... which of itself was strange. "And we're getting married. Did you forget what that ring on your finger means? Marie found a few wedding planners that she thinks you'd like, but you have the final say of course. I liked the one with the ridiculous name ... Paisley? Burberry? Something fabric-y anyways. She seems the most efficient with a limitless budget." "Right answer," she said, pointing at him and winking. Bobbi headed toward a huge walk-in closet by the front entrance where she usually dumped her purses, amongst many other things, and found one that matched her outfit. She slowed her steps as she exited because, no, she hadn't heard him correctly. She couldn't have, because... "...are you fucking kidding me?" she asked when she was finally able to speak again. "I mean, I know what this means," Bobbi said, holding her left hand up and out, the light bouncing off the gigantic rock on her engagement ring nearly blinding them both. "But I've had it for, what, how many years now? And you've never actually talked about following through with it, but now you've decided that's what you want?" The pitch of her voice raised higher and higher to dangerous levels every few syllables and she shook her left hand for emphasis as well. "And you have Marie e-mail me about it? SERIOUSLY?!" That part had escaped her for a moment but once she recalled it her voice reached its crescendo and she threw her purse at him from across the room. Only years of experience had Warren expertly dodging the purse. The same amount of experience also finally kicked in and he realized that he probably went around this the wrong way. "First of, your pitch is going to break the glass and I don't feel like getting that replaced tonight, and secondly... I can see why you're upset but babe, come on -- we've been engaged forever because I thought you were waiting for me to finally be able to say the words 'I do' without choking and I think I finally can. Isn't that what you wanted?" He gave a tentative smile. "I can finally promise you that I will forever follow your rules and be open and honest and continue doing what we do because we're awesome. Shouldn't you be happier right now?" He was wisely going to ignore the Marie thing. While Warren was certainly very agile, Bobbi was totally going to attribute that miss to her rage and not to any skill on his part whatsoever. She clenched her hands into tightly balled fists and cracked her knuckles, and was preeeetty sure one of her eyes was twitching now. Just a smidgeon. "You can -" she started, then shook her head and actually laughed. Not a mirthful, delightful chuckle, but a cackle, a bark. "You can see why I'm 'upset,' you say? Is that the word you landed on there, Warren, on 'upset?' Didn't think 'miffed,'" she said, plucking out one earring, "or 'annoyed,'" then out came the other, "would be quiiiite enough, so you went all the way up to 'upset?'" she asked, arms waving in the air with each new word. "Did you consider, oh, I dunno, how about fucking FURIOUS?!" she screamed, kicking her heels off and into the closet with a BANG THUMP as they hit the wall. "You know what, I... I can't. I cannot, not right now," she said, volume returning to somewhat normal, the removal of the heels almost indicative of her deflating and shrinking back down in the face of this news. "I..." Bobbi's mouth hung agape for another beat before she shook her head and went back into the bedroom, door slamming shut behind her. Even the dog looked unimpressed with him right now. Ka-Zar gave him the haughtiest look before sauntering off to his plush dog bed, relaxing down with a little boof and continuing to glare at him. Warren didn't even know dogs could glare. |
