Chapter 4.5

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TW!!! A killed anteater!!

Y/n POV

I fall silent for a good second, but I quickly put my thoughts together.

Yes, I would love to marry you and join your cult.

Bad put the ring on my finger and I look at it.

The ring is this, do as if the green stone is red please:

I pull him into a big hug, he hugs me back and we stand there for a good couple of minutes

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I pull him into a big hug, he hugs me back and we stand there for a good couple of minutes. Just hugging each other.

My mind is racing, what can I do to profit of this opportunity? I know it, ask something about my friends.

After we stop hugging we sit down again. Bad wears a smile on his face.

Hey Bad?

Yea?

If I seek the wedding dress out I need some advice from my friends. They know what fits me and I would like if you don't see me with the dress I'll marry in before we get married. It's an old protocol I would like to follow.

Bad hesitates for a second, but then he gives in.

Of course, but I'll need to send an agent with you, is that okay?

Of course, but I can protect myself

Bad mutters something that I can barely hear

It's more about that you'll talk with your friends.

Sorry, I didn't really catch that. Can you repeat that?

I didn't say anything, maybe I just spoke what I thought but it's nothing important.

Okay

Bad looks at his watch, his eyes widen.

We've been here for two hours.

I look at him, a bit shocked.

I guess the time flies when we're together.

Indeed, I won't take up any more time of you. Let's go.

He offers me his arm again. I give him my right arm and let my left arm hang to my side. The ring reflects the light on the wall and I look at it for a second.

We start going upstairs again. A lot slower then when I was with Skeppy, but it's okay because Bad tells me about his hate for short socks. It's a funny list.

I made this list on my own, don't attack me for it I just don't like short socks:

They're short

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