11-05-2017, 05:44 AM
Even though Gil's attire was less complicated, it's not at all easier to grt on. Thr dresser was fussing over him, turning him around like he was a mannequin, as his father in law stared at the side, shooting out instructions or comments in Japanese so fast there was no way for Gil to grasp. He wondered if Mitsuo was feeling the same as him, nervous, yet not at all sure what was going on.
He eventuallt got led out of the dressing room in full gear, his steps were almost confident, aftet the praxtice from the day before, at least hewouldnt trip if he minded his steps carefully enough. He was met by a priest and led through the stone pathway, and at the end of it, in tbe middle of the shrine, there was Mitsuo waiting for him, in pure white symbolizing how pure and innocent the bride is, and his heart fluttered, amazed by how Mitsuo amazingly transformed himself. He followed the priest, his steps solemn and measured, ready for the ceremony.
He came to stand beside his bride, and he could only smile at Mitsuo. The makeup had him.looking much paler than usual, but he thought it also made Mitsuo appeared erotically attravtive in his own way. He took his hand and smiled at him, finding his hands damp with sweat as well - must have been they were both.feeling the nerves.
He eventuallt got led out of the dressing room in full gear, his steps were almost confident, aftet the praxtice from the day before, at least hewouldnt trip if he minded his steps carefully enough. He was met by a priest and led through the stone pathway, and at the end of it, in tbe middle of the shrine, there was Mitsuo waiting for him, in pure white symbolizing how pure and innocent the bride is, and his heart fluttered, amazed by how Mitsuo amazingly transformed himself. He followed the priest, his steps solemn and measured, ready for the ceremony.
He came to stand beside his bride, and he could only smile at Mitsuo. The makeup had him.looking much paler than usual, but he thought it also made Mitsuo appeared erotically attravtive in his own way. He took his hand and smiled at him, finding his hands damp with sweat as well - must have been they were both.feeling the nerves.