|If I were to tell you everything it'd take a lifetime.|
we'll wait | rinwe'll wait | rin by dragonmunchy
It’s the middle of wedding preparations for you, the fiancée of Rin Matsuoka. Round tables made of mahogany, each seating about four, are dotted throughout the room you’ll use as the dining room. Each table is covered in a swan-white tablecloth (well, most tables are), perfectly ironed and smoothed to perfection; a pastel centerpiece consisting of your favorite flowers and tissue-paper origami sits at each table. Giant windows the size of doors are everywhere, the delicate, gold-colored window frames lending a soft golden hue to the light that streams inwards. (Favorite color) ribbons hang from the walls, pinned at even intervals so symmetrical that even Death the Kid would swoon in joy, as vermillion rose pictures line the walls, depicting where the actual roses would go. The floral scent is delightful to smell, dancing in an elegant manner before your nose.
As you hurriedly