The proposal (Snoot Game)

chapter 1: The question

Anon stood in front of the large building that fangs parents called home, he swallowed his nervousness as he held his hand over the door. "Should I knock? Or text someone? I don't have either of her parents number? Maybe text fang?... No she would wonder why I'm here" as anon was lost in his thoughts, the door in front of him swung open. "Hm I figured someone was out here." Anon looked at the large dark figure now blocking the doorway. Anon finally realized who It was. Ripley, Fang's father. "Anon? The fuck you doing here?" Anon realized his hand was still in the air, like he was gonna knock on the now swung open door, as he shoved his hand back into his pocket he started to speak. "Well.. Id personally rather talk inside, if that's alright with you s-sir" anon cursed at himself, despite all these years he's still terrified of Fang's father. Ripley narrowed his eyes, he suddenly looked back, supposedly towards Fang's mother, Samantha, "Anon is here and he wants to come inside. Sh-" Ripley's question was cut off by a loud squeal, it was Samantha. Ripley's eyes followed her as she ran passed him and hugged anons arm, "oh come in, come in! We have lots to talk about!" "We do?" Both Ripley and anon said at the same time. "Yes! Yes! I have many questions about my little girl!" Anon breathed a sigh of relief at that.

As he sat down across from the couple, as Samantha bombarded anon with a multitude of questions about fang/ himself. "How's fang? Is she eating well? Does she still talk to her friends? How are her feathers, ect. Ect" anon kept saying a mixture of "yes" and nodding at her questions, and suddenly as if she had nothing else to talk about. She looked at anon intensely, "so, why have you come here today?" Ripley added in "that's what I'm wondering." "Shit" anon thought, anons sweat started to build up on his palms as he looked at the behemoth of a father Fang has, he wiped the sweat on his pants and stood up, taking the attention of the room. "I..-i. uh" anon stuttered, so nervous of their answer, so nervous about the future, and that what's gonna happen after he asks this. He sighs, takes a deep breath, "can I... Marry-"

his question was almost immediately cut off by Samantha once again squealing, her and Fang have that in common, a long high pitched scream when they're excited. Anon smiled for a moment thinking about Fang, but he was instantly snapped right out of it by Ripley getting up from his seat. "You? Wanna marry? My daughter?" Ripley said, placing his talon directly in Anon's shoulder, "I-i- yes." Anon finally blurted out after a few seconds of silence, "I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!" Samantha was still screaming and jumping up and down on the couch. "I told you! Ripley! I told you! Pay up!" Samantha smiled innocently at Ripley as his eyes were suddenly on her. His eyebrows furrowed for a second, almost as if he was remembering exactly what he agreed to, "o-oh. Damn it." Ripley said as he took out his wallet and handed her his debit card. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Samantha was still bouncing around. "I..I'm confused" Ripley looked towards anon and rolled his eyes, "we. Made a bet. On who would propose first.." Ripley narrowed his eyes at anon, "I bet on fang. I didn't think you'd have the balls." Anon frowned "ow." He thought. Samantha suddenly if she had completely forgotten what the meaning of his question meant ran towards anon and looked up into his eyes, "you want to marry my little girl right?!" Anon laughed with a faint blush on his face. "Yes ma'am, I wanna marry Fang" Ripley suddenly smiled, it was a small smile but a smile none the less, "so, what ring you get her kid?" Anon froze, "oh shit. I hadn't thought that far yet." Anon thought, he scratched the back of his head as he explained "I.. uh. I don't have the ring yet, I'm not exactly sure. Where.. or uh how to get one." Anon smiled awkwardly as Ripley looked at him, "how much money have you saved for the rings?" Anon swallowed the nervousness in his throat, praying that this is a good amount, bc it's all he has. " 3 thousand..?" Ripley's eyes widened slightly, "hm very nice." Samantha suddenly butted in "oh honey! That was the amount our rings were!" Ripley's eyes widened even farther, "well shit anon, you're on my level. Nice." Ripley let out a light chuckle, low and deep, it almost shook the room. Samantha perked up, anon could almost see the light bulb over her head. "You should go show him where you bought our rings!" Samantha said, tugging on Ripley's sleeve, "like, take him there?" Ripley said side eyeing anon, "yes! You can even be there to approve of the ring anon gets her!" Samantha said, leaning into his idea of control. Anon suddenly didn't like this idea. "Hm..." Ripley smiled a bit at her, "ok dear." Anon watched as Ripley walked right past him, "come on anon. We are leaving." Ripley said looking back at anon. "Oh shit! Right now?" Anon looked at Ripley wide eyed "yes right now. I'm busy tomorrow." Anon sighed as Ripley left the house. "Ah geez." Anon rubbed the bridge of his nose. Samantha came up behind him, "ah you'll be fine. I'm so glad your gonna marry our little girl! I remember the first day after she came home from your place! After you tasted that metal poll, hehe" Samantha laughed at the memories, anon cringed, "what did she say?" He asked, "oh after she got a mouth full from Ripley, she explained to me how it was so romantic and how much she liked you, and how toned your body was, ect ect." Anon started to blush harder and harder as the story went on and on. "But you go now! Ripley is waiting for you in the car!" Anon took that leave and went out the still open door. "I'm 90 percent sure I wasn't supposed to hear any of those last few parts.." as anon got into Ripley's car, he sunk nicely into the seat, Ripley grunted and started the car, "get comfortable and keep your head down. This is gonna be a long ass ride."