Dove is whisked off somewhere, which leaves Zaveid to his house. He has some time, right? Should he give her more, since she's seeming horribly anxious again? Yeah, sure. So he goes about the halls, double checking with everyone that it is how it ought to be for the night, and getting that call for pizza in.
So when she opens the door, she gets the sight of Zaveid off in an armchair on one side of a... definitely honeymoon suite decorated bedroom. He's shed about half of his formal wear, left in a thin, loose tank-top that probably counts as semi-sheer.
He's also caught mid bite of a slice of pizza.
.... Which he wordlessly offers the open box of. Sorry. He's a little occupied at the moment.
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... Cheese pizza it is.
Dove is whisked off somewhere, which leaves Zaveid to his house. He has some time, right? Should he give her more, since she's seeming horribly anxious again? Yeah, sure. So he goes about the halls, double checking with everyone that it is how it ought to be for the night, and getting that call for pizza in.
So when she opens the door, she gets the sight of Zaveid off in an armchair on one side of a... definitely honeymoon suite decorated bedroom. He's shed about half of his formal wear, left in a thin, loose tank-top that probably counts as semi-sheer.
He's also caught mid bite of a slice of pizza.
.... Which he wordlessly offers the open box of. Sorry. He's a little occupied at the moment.