Gura's P.O.V.
"AME, CAREFUL WITH MY HAIR!"
"IT'S TOO HOT. WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO?!!!"
"USE THE CURLING IRON THIS WAY!"
"WHAT'S THE POINT IF YOUR HAIR IS LITERALLY FIRE!!!"
"IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET ON THIS DRESS! DON'T MESS IT UP!"
"STOP MOVING AROUND AND LET ME DO MY JOB!!!"
"DON'T DRAG IT YOU GREMLIN!"
"STAY!!! STILL!!!"
"LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE! CALLI'S NOT GOING TO MARRY A PERSON LIKE THIS!"
"NOT MY FAULT!!!"
"HUKE-PAPA IS TOTALLY GOING TO LAUGH AT ME!"
"HAHHH!!! I'm going outside for some fresh air."
The little me wanted to check up on what Ame was doing. I put my ear close up on the door, listening to what was happening. It sounds like a hair-ing loss nightmare was going on. When the door opened, I fell flat on the ground.
"Gura?"
"Hey, Ame. Ow. Ow. Ow. Looks like you need some help."
"Help me Gura. Ame is completely useless."
Kiara said. Ame let me get up by myself and I went to assist with Kiara's problems. My God. What a day like this has become.
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Takamori Wedding
FanfictionThe Wedding. (The clothing may not be accurate in the story, but they look love hella cute together regardless.) Art: @ticcytx
