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[showbizpanache]

[So here's a Kurt looking much different than he has in the past few months. He's bright, energetic, and practically glowing. He looks just a touch guilty, though, as he focuses the camera on his face.]

Blaine's at work, but I just couldn't wait, I'm sorry--

[He holds up his hand and wiggles his finger, showing off his ring, which is now inset with brand new precious stones. He bounces up and down a little.] I'm engaged! We're engaged! Officially! [Finally.]

I'll be planning the wedding, of course, but I can't even think about it right now-- [He has tears in his eyes again. Seriously, he's been happy-crying on and off since last night.] I just can't. I'm too happy!

[He brushes a tear asway.] I'm just so happy.

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[showbizpanache]

Oh gosh, I already have so many ideas-- And I can't wait to see your outfit.

[A bit of a pause.]

So seeing as gay weddings are anything but traditional, I thought I might bend the rules a bit-- I've appointed Ahiru as my maid of honor, but I she's going to need some help. I was hoping you'd rise to the occasion?

[discretion]

[For a moment a ray of hope shines that he might actually get out of - oops, no. No way could Franz ever leave this gigantic task to Ahiru, besides.

Someone's going to need to stand up to Kurt if he gets unreasonable. Which he probably will. And it's beyond Ahiru's capabilities, and Kurt's father and step-mother and token straight girl aren't here.]

As your best man? Sure, I can handle it. I've done two years helping with weddings and events at the nicest club in town - I fear no bridezilla. Even my best friend.

But I have to know. How do you feel about strippers?

[showbizpanache]

[SQUEAK.]

Oh, n-no, no, not necessary. Just a nice shower, please.

[discretion]

Are you sure? Because I'll totally take one for the team and talk to lots of oiled down hot guys to pick just the right hooker for your stag party if you want. I'm that good of a friend.

[showbizpanache]

[hfjhslaHFHLSA he hides his face in his hands]

Franz!

[discretion]

[He's laughing and shaking his head.] Now, now, relax. I'm not going to give you a heart attack before your big day. Kind of ruins the mood for everyone.

[showbizpanache]

[He groans and rubs his face a bit, taking a deep breath.]

Okay. I'll see you soon for dinner, then?

[discretion]

Tomorrow. Our favorite place. What time? Sirens come pretty early, did you want to just make a night of it?

[showbizpanache]

Absolutely. We'll meet around four, then?

[discretion]

Sounds like a plan! I'll meet you in the bar, okay?

[OOC: log or action orrr?]

[showbizpanache]

Until then.

[log dis shit]

[gaveherwings]

[It's official. I hate weddings.]