"Rogue, what do you think about...marriage? As like. A thing." August is asking for a friend. He promises.
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Rogue looked up from the post-storage inspection of her motorcycle she was making, one eyebrow raised as she peered up at August with a puzzled expression.
“As a thing? Like—the institution of it? Ah mean, Ah guess Ah’m kinda ambivalent? On the one hand, Ah don’t give a shit if a relationship is or isn’t married, or has more people involved than just two or whatever they wanna do. Ah don’t really see a need for it. Ah ain’t religious. But spiritually, yeah, it’s kinda nice t’just…commit publicly in front the people you care about.”
She picked up a wrench and wiggled it between her fingers, too distracted to keep at what she’d been doing.
“Like for me, Ah’d want marriage for the community reasons. And maybe cuz there’s a silly part of me that feels like it wards off a parent walking off leavin’ their small child,” she sighed. “But that’s neither here nor there.” They had not stopped using the birth control spell. At least it was effective.
“Whyyy?”
