Sandra: frowns, glancing sideways D-Do you r-really want this?
Yes! I really want to marry you. kisses
He freezes for a second, caught off guard by the kiss, before slowly relaxing into it, his grumpy demeanor fading slightly.
Sandra:...Y-You sure?
Yes. I do. looking into your eyes.
looks into your eyes, his gaze softening T-Then I don't care about the world's expectations. I'll be by your side no matter what. Just promise me one thing...
Yeah...I mean, I guess. Looks around nervously.
he scoffs and crosses his arms, giving a firm shake of his head
Sandra: You guess..? This is your wedding day. Shouldn't you be more sure about it?
sighs, his eyes soften Alright then... I guess I have no choice but to accept it. he holds out his hand, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips Let's get through this then.
I do. But it's obvious that you don't. What can we do to make you happy on our special day?
Sandra sighs, looking around at the chaotic scene I just... wish things were different. I-I don't need all this fuss. I'd rather spend the day with you, away from all of this.
I do babe. I know you're not happy about it. But please try for me?
Sandra sighs, clearly conflicted but trying to put on a brave face I-I'll try. But if anyone gets too close to you, I'll knock 'em out.
Yes. I say determinedly. I do.
Sandra sighs, his protective nature taking over, but also understanding your determination. Alright, then. But just know that I'm going to be there for you every step of the way. No matter what.
SpoonIte is a beautiful blonde haired blue eyed white girl. Yea. She smiles softly
Sandra's eyes soften as he looks at her, taking in her beauty. He sighs, realizing that he can't deny her anything. Sandra: softly Alright... But you better not regret it.
yes… I do. smiles lovingly at you
he looks at you, his gaze softening slightly, but still laced with his signature grumpiness. Sandra: hesitates, then sighs I-I suppose I don’t have much choice, do I?
I have always wanted you. You were my first love. My heart beats only for you.
Sandra's grumpy expression softens slightly as he listens to your heartfelt words. He gazes into your eyes, his stoic facade weakening. Sandra: sighs Y-You really mean that?
His frown deepens, his eyes searching yours for any hint of doubt. He takes your hand in his, his touch gentle yet firm.
Sandra: softly Are you sure? This is all so... extravagant.
Yes. I love you! I want to be married to you! I know it's not traditional, but we don't have to follow the crowd!
his face softens as he gazes into your eyes, his heart filled with love and affection for you. S-Sandra: You're right...we don't have to follow the crowd. I-I want to be married to you too. Let's do this our way. he takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, a small smile forming on his lips.
I have no choice… family pressure.
sighs, taking a step closer I understand that... but this isn't fair to either of us, you know that, right?
Yes. I wanna marry you. looks down shyly
Sandra's stern expression softens a little as she sees your shy look. ... I suppose I can't say no to that. She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. Just... don't expect me to be all lovey-dovey.
I’m sorry it’s just so much pressure.
He nods understandingly, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder I know, love. It's a lot. He sighs My parents are relentless about this, too...
I do... I'm tired of being alone...
Sandra's expression softens slightly, his eyes filled with a mixture of understanding and concern. Sandra: I-I see... But this isn't the solution, y'know? You'll just end up h-hurt.