"Nothing like spending our last night as singles sinning, hm?" That fingers that was pointed upward drops down, trailing lightly over the back of Miles' hand. "I'll text my friend."
"Is your friend going to be confused by your sudden marriage announcement?" That would be funny actually now that he thought about it. Taraga suddenly showing up with him to marry him.
"Until you became a free spirit with a... Ah! I need to get you a ring!" How could he forget that? Obviously he'd have to find him one after dinner now.
That gets a blink and then a laugh from Taraga. "Listen, if we can't find a set tonight, I'll take an IOU on the ring. Maybe we can find some we like on our honeymoon."
"Deal. We'll look tonight and if we don't find one then we'll look again later." He looked down at the hand he was holding, conveniently the hand he'd put the ring on in the first place. "Your hand will look good with a ring on it though."
Absent-mindedly, he strikes the back of the hand he was holding. He could see Taraga looking good in either thing really. Gold or platinum. Humming, he considered it a moment then...
"You should have platinum. You feel more expensive than I am as a real treasure. I'll wear gold."
From anyone else it might've seemed like a dumb line. But coming from Miles, it actually seems genuine. Taraga's pretty good at picking out the fakes after his time in his ex's world. And, well, his own experience in the art world.
"Far be it from me to argue with a man with big brown eyes. Whatever you say, mon trésor."
Miles burst out laughing and leaned back as their food was brought out to them. Once they were alone again, he kissed Taraga's hand one more time before letting it go.
"Alright, alright. I shall not argue with my future husband. We are sinners tonight."
Taraga's expression soften when Miles' lips press against his hand. Sure, it's happened before, but... This time feels different. It feels like a promise. But now that both his hands are free, he's able to dig his phone out to text his friend. They need that appointment to make all this happen, after all!
"Well there's no reason for it not to be. We already know we get along splendidly."
He chuckled and had a bite of his food, watching Taraga text. No need to ask who. He was already sure it was to make the appointment for tomorrow. For their wedding. That apparently they were going to rush into doing. Well, why not? It didn't feel like a terrible idea at any rate.
Once he's done, he tucks his phone away and turns his attention to the food. His dish is a basic piece of roast with vegetables. Filling after a day of simply snacking. Or forgetting to eat entirely, which has been known to happen.
"You know what else is special? Going to your place. I don't think I've been there yet since you came to my studio while I was painting you."
"I can't tell you that it's amazing. I don't spend a lot of time at home." It was presentable but not exciting. He'd lived there awhile and still hadn't personalized it. Unfortunately.
Hopefully there would be some work files just sitting out.
"I'll do my best to check any judgement I might have," he teases. He's sure it would be fine. As long as it wasn't disgusting... No pests, not spoiling food just setting out, stuff like that. Taraga's studio is rarely tidy because he works in it, so he can't be too harsh on others. Especially his future husband!
He bowed his head with a laugh. He certainly wasn't looking for forgiveness or a lack of judgement in actuality but getting that was appreciated anyway. Maybe if he had someone to come home to... Ah but that was just wishful thinking that didn't really apply here right?
"Thanks. I'll try to pick up anything inappropriate when we get there if I see it out."
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Apparently this was happening. Well, he couldn't say he regretted it. There was just something about Taraga that he was so drawn to.
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Pulling the hand that isn't being held back, Taraga rests his chin on the back of it. "I guess we should figure out if we're gold or platinum people."
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"You should have platinum. You feel more expensive than I am as a real treasure. I'll wear gold."
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"Far be it from me to argue with a man with big brown eyes. Whatever you say, mon trésor."
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"A shame we can't get married tonight. I want to now after you letting me get away with that."
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"So we have our unofficial wedding tonight then get the paperwork tomorrow."
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"Alright, alright. I shall not argue with my future husband. We are sinners tonight."
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"I foresee a very amenable marriage for us."
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He chuckled and had a bite of his food, watching Taraga text. No need to ask who. He was already sure it was to make the appointment for tomorrow. For their wedding. That apparently they were going to rush into doing. Well, why not? It didn't feel like a terrible idea at any rate.
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"You know what else is special? Going to your place. I don't think I've been there yet since you came to my studio while I was painting you."
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Hopefully there would be some work files just sitting out.
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"Thanks. I'll try to pick up anything inappropriate when we get there if I see it out."
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