ONE DAY:
*foxy and Mike are snuggling on the couch, discussing plans for the wedding*
Author (entering quietly and sophisticatedly): Hey guys.
Mike (sitting up a little): You're acting sophisticated this morning.
Author (smiles): I can be mature when I want to be.
Foxy: When you want to be.
Mike (nudges Foxy): Hey, lay off, Foxy. this is a good thing for us, remember?
Foxy: Oh yeah...
Author: What've y'all decided so far?
Foxy: Not a lot, to be honest.
Author: Well, the wedding's not for a while and you were only engaged last night. Maybe we should just kindof hang out for some time until we start planning.
Foxy: eh, well, the least you could do is tell me what you wanna do.
Author: I don't really know, but I know Swaggy, Naz, and Black already RSVPed.
Mike: Hm. Black's gonna be there, huh? This should be interesting...
Author: Yeah, no kidding.
Foxy: He is a mage, after all.
Author: Ya. Well, that's my cue to leave. I'll leave you guys... at it.
Foxy (figured it out in .2 seconds): YOU
THE END
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