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The monstrumologist had been lying on her couch that day, a book in her hands and her eyes glued to its pages, when Train came in. As was usual, Alice had simply ignored him, figuring that more than likely he would just turn the tv on until the pair got bored and decided to do something else instead.
But that didn't seem to happen.
Rather, she watched as his hand gently pull the book out of her hands, going as far as dog-tagging it so she could start back off later. Though instead of giving thanks to that, she instead cocked her eyebrow up as she watched him merely look at her.
Soon, however, he'd began to speak; seriously, of course, which was unlike him at all. And that's when Train did it; he pulled out a small little box and opened it, and asked those precious words. For the first time in what had seemed to be forever, Alice felt tears pricking the corners of her eyes, and dared to speak in nothing but a whisper.
"Is this...is this fer real, Train? Ya want...ya want t' marry meh...?"
