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[key_youth_bert]

Cuthbert is getting ready.

Y'know, the sort of getting ready where you pace back and forth incessantly.

This is a highly important stage of preparation.

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[imdeadtoo]

Theeeere's a pink balloon floating right behind him! Suddenly! Helium defies physics.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeddiiiiiiiiiiiing!

To Helium, this is very definitely in the same class of words as "decay," "death," "rotting," and "women."

[key_youth_bert]

Cuthbert spins around and, unsurprisingly, goes for his guns.

And then blinks.

"...Er?"

[imdeadtoo]

Helium pirouettes, stubby arms waving.

And vanishes.

[key_youth_bert]

"...Okay, then."

Blink.

"...What just happened?"

[pink_sombrera]

Sheemie knocks on the door.

[key_youth_bert]

Cuthbert calls out without stopping his pacing. "It's open."

[pink_sombrera]

Sheemie sticks his head round the door, smiling.

"How do'ee fare?"

[key_youth_bert]

"Sheemie. Hey." Cuthbert beckons him into the room. "Not bad."

[faithful_slayer]

There's a knock on the door, and Faith calls out, cheerfully, from the other side.

"Hey, 'Bert, are you naked, or shall I come back in five minutes?"

[key_youth_bert]

Cuthbert eyes the door amusedly. "Come in."

Yes, he's aware he didn't actually answer the question about his state of dress.

[faithful_slayer]

Faith opens the door and pokes her head in, then laughs and steps all the way through.

As promised, she's wearing a dress. Boggle.

"Curse my bad timing," she says, and grins, holding up a bottle of Jack Daniels and two shot glasses. "Thought you might need a drink."

[key_youth_bert]

Faith in a dress gets less boggling today than it might on any other, say sorry.

"You look nice." He himself is in dress slacks and a white shirt, of a finer material than he usually wears. "And a drink would not go amiss, I think."

[no_prisoner]

Eddie knocks on the door.

[key_youth_bert]

Cuthbert glances up. "Come in."

[no_prisoner]

Eddie gives him a nod and a grin. "Hey."

[key_youth_bert]

Cuthbert returns the grin, albeit a bit nervously.

"Hey."

[bad_in_latin]

[ooc: after Mal and Susan talk pre-wedding]

There is an official sounding tap on Cuthbert's door. Mal is attempting to straighten his jacket before anyone answers.

[key_youth_bert]

Cuthbert has donned his own jacket by this point, and glances up from fiddling with the lapels.

"Come in."

[bad_in_latin]

"Cuthbert?" Mal offers quietly, entering into the room.

"Just wanted to see how things were 'fore the weddin'. Just came from seein' Susan."

[key_youth_bert]

Cuthbert nods to him, with a slight smile.

"Things are going pretty well, say thankya."

He can't quite keep nervousness out of his voice, but his happiness is also clear.