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[redshirted]

Congratulations, man.

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hooray

[raced_god]

On what?

[redshirted]

Seems like a pretty big thing to forget. Do you want a bachelor party?

[If Falcon already had one and Ian wasn't invited, he will be so disappointed...]

[raced_god]

You're not supposed to know that.

[redshirted]

A little late for that.

[raced_god]

Did she tell you?

[SAMUS]

[redshirted]

Were you really not going to tell me ever?

[raced_god]

We were really not going to tell anyone, ever.

[except maybe my mom]

It's not personal.

[redshirted]

[you guys are so weird and secretive]

So no bachelor party.

[raced_god]

If you want to throw me a party, you can throw me a party. It'll just be us.

[NO INVITING ANYONE]

Seriously, did she tell you?

[redshirted]

That doesn't sound like very much of a party.

[Haha wow he's going to blatantly ignore your question Falcon amazing.]

[raced_god]

Even if it wasn't unspeakably dangerous to go public, I don't really need a big party.

[redshirted]

In all honesty, I won't tell anyone.

[raced_god]

It's fine. You can know. Just tell me how you found out.

[redshirted]

I found out from Samus.

[She didn't explicitly MEAN to tell him but the message was delivered in one way or another.]

[raced_god]

She wasn't supposed to tell you.

[redshirted]

She didn't directly tell me...

[raced_god]

Did you guess?

[redshirted]

So when is the big day?

[Now he is really just messing with Falcon.]

[raced_god]

We haven't decided.

Don't dodge my questions.

[redshirted]

[OKAY okay fine.]

I found out near the holidays, there was something weird with the mistletoe.

[raced_god]

There's always something weird with the mistletoe.

[redshirted]

Well, no one told me.

[He didn't know when he was festively changing light bulbs around it and he didn't know when he grabbed a piece and cheefully held it above Samus' head...]

It was basically like... memory sharing? I think.

[raced_god]

That's...

[awkward]

awkward.

[redshirted]

Yeah.

[Mostly because on top of feeling a little bit like a voyeur, he exchange her really nice moment for... a really not so great one.]

Just a little.

[boostpower]

Sorry.

[For. The awkwardness. That we were totally going to keep it secret and never tell you.]

[redshirted]

It's ok.

[He's a LIABILITY and he gets that. He's not about to get hung up on that.]

Am I at least invited now?

[raced_god]

Sure.

[YOU AND THE DOG: THE ONLY GUESTS]

[redshirted]

Good. I'm happy for you guys.

[raced_god]

Thanks.

NOT HERE

[iamtheeggman]

[IS THAT RIGHT?]