You'd have to be mad to get married || asilentserenade
Kid held the small box in his hand, thumb tracing over the delicate velvet. It glared at him, as he did right back at it, the small but extremely valuable object inside taunting him. The ring was perfect, this he knew, but how it would be received was a different matter. Sighing, the reaper pocketed the box, a hand running through his striped hair before he stepped through the doorway. He'd been hovering outside their room for a while, thankful the scythe inside didn't share his ability in soul perception. This matter was risky. And, embarassingly enough, his stomach twisted into knots. As it often did where Soul was involved. Kid stepped up to stand beside Soul. Maybe it was his need for tradition, or some other reason, but this needed to be official. "Hello, Prize." He cooed, a more sincere tone than he used for any other. "You're well, I trust?"
