#padarran

[mistmantlenonsense]

Brother Fir: it’s time to say your vows

Padra: *pulls out 10 pages essay* don’t be intimidated Arran. I just wrote down whatever came to mind

Arran: *pulls out three ring binder* oh babe, this is gonna be embarrassing for you

[mistmantlenonsense]

Crispin: Are you two fighting or flirting?

Arran: We are fighting

Padra: We are flirting

[mistmantlenonsense]

Arran: Sorry about this.

Padra: It's okay, maybe when we're married—

Arran: When we're-?

Padra: -merry! When we're very merry Christmas!

[mistmantlenonsense]

*on the phone*

Padra: Crispin I need you to come pick me up

Crispin: Why?

Padra: Arran is passive aggressively washing the dishes she asked me to do 6 hours ago

Padra: This house isn’t safe anymore

[mistmantlenonsense]

Crispin: we were helping Padra write his vows, but he kicked us out because Fingal kept making inappropriate suggestions

Fingal: how is "Arran, i love your sweet ass" inappropriate?

[mistmantlenonsense]

Arran: Tomorrow, at 7, I will come pick you up. *walks away*

Padra: Did she just ask me on a date?

Crispin: I think it was more of a statement

[mistmantlenonsense]

Padra: okay yeah i love Arran. i have loving feelings for Arran. but does that mean i am in love with her? no

Lugg:

Padra: Oh my god I’m in love with Arran!

Padra: Why didn’t you guys tell me

Crispin: We thought you knew

[mistmantlenonsense]

Padra: I think you're still suffering the effects of that party last night.

Fingal: All I drank was Redbull!

Padra: How many?

Fingal: Eighteen.