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[The problem with actually going ahead and getting married is the planning. And the planning. And oh god the planning.
Currently, the living room of a certain house full of crazy teenagers is...buried in magazines, a laptop, a collapsed Yue, magazines, and a phone that is slowly vibrating off the coffee table.
[So in the midst of falling through portals to the future and other assorted timefuckery, Yue is getting some freaking chocolate, and aspirin, and heading home.
She is also probably easily distracted by cats or cat-like people, as always.]
[Some people, when they get their cell phone snapped in half by a shadow, are annoyed by such things. These are normal people, considering it was a rather expensive phone
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