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I know what just happened must have been hard on everyone. But, if possible, I'd like to collect information on what went on inside each of the portals and gather it into one set of notes. I had only entered on the first day, a-and all we managed to find were some, um, boars.

Anyway, if you want, we can meet face-to-face at the diner or the park to speak. Thanks.



[Sometime in the wee hours, when Silence is asleep, he received a note slipped through his window. That's what you get when you're dating a cat burglar. Crowe taps on the glass to wake him up before darting off into the night, hopefully before Silence is coherent enough to see him make his escape. The note says to meet him up at Makeout Point immediately. WHAT DO.]

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[Crowe smiles now, nervousness gone except for a slight biting of his lip as he gathers his courage.] I-I hope that, from now on, we can spend whatever time it is we have here together.

[He reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a small jewelry box. Flipping it open, he displays a ring, and again takes Silence's hand in his own. He looks him in the eyes now, steadier than ever.]

Silence... Will you marry me?

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[Silence's jaw drops. True, this has been romantic from the start, and the suddenness of it and the intensity of feeling in Crowe's words had given the whole affair a feeling of importance, but...still, Silence hadn't expected anything like this. For one thing, he'd barely even registered that Crowe is really old enough for marriage - though he's been old enough for other things for awhile, so technically he most certainly is. For another...well, Silence simply hasn't ever thought of marriage in relation to himself. As far as he knows, no mystic has ever gotten married, or at least no mystic he's ever heard of. Oh, they take lovers - Charm Lord Orlouge has a harem of hundreds - but marriage simply isn't something they do.

Of course, mystics don't usually have butterfly wings, or work as patrol officers, or live outside Facinaturu, or any number of other things that Silence does with no regard to the rest of his race. It doesn't even occur to him to take what mystics do or don't do into account, now that this opportunity has been unexpectedly offered to him.

After a few moments of dumbfounded staring while Silence's mind arranges himself around this new concept - because being surprised is a rarity after living nearly four hundred years, and he's not particularly adept at dealing with it anymore - he breaks into a face-splitting smile and throws his arms around Crowe.

He hasn't given a verbal or even a signed answer, but as is often the case with Silence, his body language is fairly easy to read.]

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[Crowe will take that as a yes. He lets out something between a surprised laugh and a sigh of relief, and wraps his arms around Silence. He had thought of a dozen logical and acceptable reasons Silence might of said no. But he didn't, and now it's the furthest thing from his mind.]

We might not know what's going to happen, but we'll figure it out together.

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[Silence's nod can't really been seen from this angle, but it can be felt; likewise his smile is invisible, but he's all but radiating happiness. He kisses Crowe's cheek hard, arms tightening around him for a few long moments before he pulls away just enough to look up into his face. Now his smile can be seen, and the brightness of his eyes.

It takes him a few moments, but eventually he remembers that yes, that ring is a thing that still exists. He sits back enough so that he's no longer crushing Crowe's arm to his chest and takes the boy's wrist, pulling the box closer to him so he can look at it with admiration that's still tinged with a healthy degree of shock. He's tempted to take it out and put it on, but - there's a tradition to these things, isn't there? If Crowe doesn't move to do it himself, of course, Silence isn't going to wait all night; he's just restraining himself to give the boy the chance to offer it himself, should he wish to.]

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[He'd be honored to put that ring on him, of course, taking the ring in one hand and Silence's right hand in the other to slip it on.]

I-I hope it fits, I sort of had to guess, yeah?

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[Silence is smiling broadly as it's slipped on, and it seems to fit quite well. He holds his hand up for a moment, both to admire it himself and to let Crowe see the fit and, perhaps just as importantly, absorb what Silence's wearing it means for the both of them.

Then he tugs the boy in for a kiss, still smiling. He doesn't think he's ever been happier in Mayfield than he is now.]

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[Crowe could say the same. Mayfield doesn't lead to happiness in anything it does, so it's up to everyone else to find it on their own. He kisses Silence back deeply, hoping this moment goes on forever. He doesn't want Mayfield to continue to take everything from him.]

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[It doesn't last forever - in Silence's extensive experience, nothing does, not even among mystics - but it lasts for almost long enough. He pulls away with a small smile, stroking Crowe's cheek.]

I want to tell everyone. Will you help me?

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[O-Oh. Announcing this to everyone...] Yes, of course. I, ah... Guess we should make a call tomorrow?