#virulent-masquerader

“…………” Junkenstein begins to fidget, twisting the fabric of his lab coat between his fingers.Does this mean Tick is okay with him fancying Roo or is Doc himself misunderstanding just what is going on? He isn’t sure which is the right answer but he needs to get better at being more bold when it comes to others addressing his love life and interests. “Wouldn’t I need to propose first and have a ring of some sort?” He chuckles lightly. 

“Generally black though it is better if one adds flavored creamer.” Chocolate creamer especially. The few times, yes there had been multiple, Junkenstein had learned (and re-learned) that just adding chocolate itself generally resulted in a mess that formed at the bottom and made clean up even more a chore.

“I know what goes into it,” Junkenstein admits only to pull a face and look elsewhere. “It can’t possibly be that difficult. It’s just heavy cream, milk, sugar, salt, and vanilla.” Unless one wanted to make it another flavor but then they just needed to add whatever else they wanted in the mixing process right? “Were you planning to make some or something?”

“You won’t best me this time,” Junkenstein reassures. It is then that he makes his move to try and climb on top of Tick to pin him down in hopes to immobilize him for a quick victory. 

At first he suspects this has to do with all that Junker Queen nonsense that has been drifting around like mad as of late. But that can not be it as surely he would be just flat out murdered instead. Still, he is weary and skeptical of the question. “…What wedding?” Might as well ask and find out where this leads.