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Ambrose was not exactly what Wyatt had pictured when he'd finally gotten up the nerve and funds to actually order his mail-order bride. He had, in his old-fashioned and country-borne mind, naturally pictured someone less...male. More blonde, at the very least. And with breasts.
So when Wyatt opened his door and in stepped a medium height, thin and graceful man with a heavy-looking bag slung over his shoulder and a grin that just could not be ignored, Wyatt could only gape as he was nudged aside.
"A bit more spartan and...and woodsy than I was expecting but it'll do," Ambrose rambled on as he inspected the house as if he already owned it. Which, Wyatt thought madly, he kind of did. "Now, where's the bedroom? Might as well get on with it. Make sure we're, you know, compatible, before we sign the papers and make this thing legal."
So when Wyatt opened his door and in stepped a medium height, thin and graceful man with a heavy-looking bag slung over his shoulder and a grin that just could not be ignored, Wyatt could only gape as he was nudged aside.
"A bit more spartan and...and woodsy than I was expecting but it'll do," Ambrose rambled on as he inspected the house as if he already owned it. Which, Wyatt thought madly, he kind of did. "Now, where's the bedroom? Might as well get on with it. Make sure we're, you know, compatible, before we sign the papers and make this thing legal."
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*snort*
OH MY GOODNESS. HAHAHAHAHAHA
*wheeze*
Where in the world did this come from?
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'using her best Oliver sweet voice and big eyed stare' More please?
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