After a BILLION years I have returned...though boy howdy have I been plugging away ////////
SO. This one goes out to @pretentiousfork with this gorgeous pic , but in a way also this one. Pretentiousfork was one of the first artists that genuinely got me into OPM/egg and toaster shenanigans--whenever I think about what started me off on all this, I always think of the second pic linked. I don’t think I’ve given them the shout-out they deserve in any of the chapters in this fic, and that’s absolutely absurd.
This also goes out to this ask shared by the most magnificent @konorai . I found it as I was hunting things down, and while I didn’t have it saved in my prompts, I 3000% believe it was lurking in the back of my head as I thought this up ///
This is the last, normalish-sized chapter before the next one, which is gonna tie everything up.
Here’s the last one, and the whole thing on AO3.
Their reservations were in order, their tuxedos were packed.
“There will be a cart ready for us when we land?”
The photographers had confirmed for eleven AM on the third.
“Yes, we spoke with the resort’s in-house shuttle service. We requested one that was heavy duty.”
They had the rings, Genos had the case.
“And I have a full set of replacement pieces should I need it?”
The florist would be dropping their arrangements off at ten-thirty AM.
“Yes. We have a compatible body ready for you, as well as a portable kit for quick repairs and a service bay attached to the ship.”
Shoes, did they—yes, they packed all their shoes, as well as socks, undergarments, lingerie, the Bull—
“The trip will take seven hours.”
Toothbrushes, identification, Visas, rings—yes, they had the rings—
There was a tap on his shoulder and Genos jumped. Sensei was holding out the list for him. “You wanna look at it one more time?”
Genos nodded and scanned through it. Several different outfits, jackets for the chill, socks and shoes and…
Everything. They must have had everything. It was all right there.
