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So it would appear that the High Inquisitor is no longer gracing us with his presence. An unfortunate event indeed.
It is perhaps a little late to point out that the majority of you acted with absolute disregard for common sense, so I'll spare you the lecture for now. Though I do wonder if etiquette lessons are necessary.

On that note, I will announce that the wedding is now unnecessary and is in fact, cancelled. If you hadn't figured out why by now, there's no hope for you. Of course, we were never intending on allowing it to go so far, that would have been ridiculous.

I'm sure you're all very disappointed.

[If you are Constance, Bro or an Ampora kid he would have found you and talked to you prior to posting it. Whether you want to handwave that or not is up to you, but I'm down with doing action posts here.]

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[Murdoc yelps as he's dragged forward and scuffles his feet hopelessly on the floor before he finally manages to climb up the bed and onto Bro, sprawling clumsily over the top of him and nuzzling against him.]

Why're you so fuckin' gorgeous? I can't believe I'm shaggin' someone so fuckin' gorgeous. [He's going to nestle against his chest.] Must've won the sex lottery.

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[Bro just fucking laughs at all of this as Murdoc scrambles onto the bed, because for some reason this is too hilarious. But man that took a lot out of him, and he just falls back onto the bed breathing a little heavily and feeling dizzy. Oh, the wonder of booze.

His arm goes around Murdoc as he nestles into him, splitting into a grin at Murdoc's words.]

Man you know just what to say to get me all hot 'n bothered. [He throws a leg around Murdoc and just kind of smooshes himself all over him.] I think we're both fuckin' rich in the gorgeous departmnet.

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We're rich in all of the deparments, aren't we?

[He hums, pressing his face against Dirk so he can just inhale his delicious man smell. His man smell. He adores him so much, it's crazy how safe he feels against him. He thinks about complimenting him, but the words don't even leave his mouth. In a few moments he's snoring against Dirk's chest, his own chest moving in a slow rythym as he does. Yup, he's down for the count.]

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[Bro is pretty much out before Murdoc is, any reply he had trailing off as he breathes deeply and actually tries to think of one, failing inevitably. So he just falls asleep, his arm around Murdoc and his mouth falling open. Overall, he's quite comfortable. The hangover, however, is going to be a bitch.]