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It still felt like something from a dream. Illya had proposed to Sinthia a couple of months before. Surprising her with a Faberge ring at her work. The date they had chosen was only a few months away.

"Avi, buddy, hold still just a little longer," Illya told the dog and petted him before pinning the tuxedo's hem so it wouldn't interfere with the dog's tail. It would come down just to his hips. He had the dog up on his work table, so he didn't have to bend down to work. The fabric was a fabulous silver silk brocade. Far too expensive in most people's view for a dog's tuxedo but how many times would he and Sinthia get married. Luckily for the tall Russian, his furry friend liked Illya enough that he actually was very patient with being fussed over. Illya carefully placed the pins, "You are being such a good boy."

Date: 2018-06-11 04:02 am (UTC)
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"Only all of them," she chuckled, eating pizza. "Haven't you seen the way they stare at you and sigh longingly when you leave?"

Date: 2018-06-11 04:53 am (UTC)
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"I know, I know," Sinthia laughs, leaning in and pecking his cheek. "But I notice them, because they all give you that look. They all want to be yours, at least for a little while."

Date: 2018-06-14 03:30 am (UTC)
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"I know. And I don't worry," she replied, eating more pizza as he kissed her cheek, making her smile. "But I see them anyway. It was only a joke, ptichka, you are mine as much as I am yours."

She wouldn't have it any other way between them.

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