[It takes Fynn some time to reach his apartment thanks to traffic. So after flipping off two taxis and damn near getting into three separate altercations with three different drivers during a forty-five minute span, Fynn finally arrives home. After setting the coffee he purchased at Expressive down onto the counter, Fynn fell face first in his stylish but thankfully comfortable off-white sofa. He threw out the ugly ass orange ones in favor of something more neutral. That and the fact he hates orange.

He lays there for a moment looking like a hot mess until there's a knock at the door. It takes him a second to gain all bodily functions again. He damn near died on that couch a second ago. Like Fynn was certain he saw the "white light at the end of the tunnel". That's how damn tired he is right now. However, that was just the lights of his living room.

Now pushing himself off the sofa once the second knock reaches his ear, Fynn sleepily makes his way towards the door. He's no longer in his police uniform but he still has his signature blue aviators on and his long brown hair in a messy braid. As usual, he's in nothing but a casual white t-shirt with a blue streak across the chest, dark blue jeans and his usual tan cowboy vintage boots.]

Hey, bro! What's shakin'?

Fynn.

[He greets him with the usual smile, edged in fondness. Ardyn notes how tired his little brother feels, looking as if he's just awoken from a nap. He raises a brow as he lets himself in.]

I've news to share, but-- well. You look like you've been hit by a truck.

[He teases, but it also is halfway true.]

Rough day?

I wasn't hit by a truck but I damn sure cursed out a dude IN a truck.

[He would've ticketed that flaming asshat if he wasn't off duty. Fynn really didn't want to have a reason to go back to the precinct. He just escaped from there an hour earlier than usual. It was a daring move on his part but one he succeeded in.]

Sorta rough but I managed at least. [He states as he closes the door.] But enough about "moi", what's this big news you got?

[Fynn briefly enters the kitchen to fetch the coffee he brought earlier. He hopes Ardyn doesn't mind French Vanilla.]

Don't tell me you're getting hitched!

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[Wow, that’s not reassuring, Fynn? You’ll make Ardyn worry, if not for the fact that he seems to be all in one piece. He shakes his head as his eyes follow Fynn.

Of course he has to laugh at that last comment.]

And if I said I was?

[He says it in a way that doesn’t betray whether or not he’s being serious or joking.]

[Fynn is totally peachy! A little sleepy and bruised up but he thoroughly roughed up the truck driver without even having to flash his badge. Off the clock means off the frigging clock.]

...What!? [He stares at Ardyn for a long time behind the shades before yanking the sunglasses off quickly and racing back over to Ardyn with great alarm.] Seriously?! Are you serious?!

Does this mean I get to be "The Best Man"? Yes! Please say "Yes"!

[The way Fynn bounds up to him like an oversized dog almost makes him laugh. He’s pretty sure he was expecting this reaction, but that makes it no less amusing.]

You’re getting ahead of yourself, Fynn. I haven’t thought that far ahead yet.

[He places a hand on his shoulder, like trying to calm down a small child.]

But yes, I’m serious. I asked Grell to marry me. It was an unexpected development, but it happened all the same.

[Jirou might be right about Fynn being a "puppy" but don't ever call him that, Ardyn!]

Really?

[He simmers down a little at the touch but those bright blue eyes are alight with excitement. Fynn never been to a wedding before. That's why he's s eager to get involved in anyway possible. That and the fact his brother just got officially engaged.]

I'm proud of you. [He quickly wraps his arms around Ardyn and hugs him as tightly as possible.] That's amazing! That's phenomenal! That's just....just awesome!

See, I knew this was gonna happen.

[No, he didn't. Fynn just joked about it.]

[He lets out a laugh in the face of Fynn's hug, which is rather tight and suffocating. But he returns the gesture, too glad himself to say anything snarky or witty.]

You didn't. You were just kidding.

[Though he will call him out on it.]

I bet you had no idea.

[Which... maybe he did, honestly. Too many times already have people said that they were eventually expecting this. It had surprised him.]

[He reminds himself that his brother needs to breathe and loosens his grip some. Killing his sibling isn't on the agenda here, you know.]

Well, mostly! I didn't think you would take the plunge so soon.

[He grins up at Ardyn.]

Got tired of growing old alone, hm? That's good! You need a woman in your life.

[Why is everyone in Recolle calling him old, recently? But Fynn gets a free pass, because this is certainly nothing new from a younger brother.]

It isn't so much growing old alone, it's just...

[Hm, well. He moves to the closest place to sit, likely on the couch. It seems like a better way of having this conversation.]

A lot's happened recently, Fynn. With Retrospec, with the city. You of course remember that awful month with all the monsters, don't you? Sometimes... one might wonder what the point of waiting any longer than necessary truly is.

[Ardyn isn't truly "old" per se but everyone likes to bust his chops a little, even Fynn.]

Ah, I remember that all too fondly. [He mutters with a hint of bitterness in his tone.] I can get why you would pop the question now.

Especially since tomorrow isn't guaranteed to any of us but are you certain about all this?

[Fynn settles down upon the chair across from him.]

[He responds with no hesitation.]

Certain? I've never been more certain about anything.

[He pauses, looking him over.]

I know it's unexpected, but it was to the both of us as well. But it feels right, and I can't imagine a future where she's not at my side.

Then that's all I need to hear.

[Fynn is trying his damnest not to grin like a total idiot but he is. He's proud of Ardyn, very proud. This does feel right. Grell seems decent enough and she would be a welcome addition to the family. Though, Fynn certainly hopes the pair tie the knot sooner than later.]

So, when is Grell going to become an honorary "Izunia" through holy matrimony? Gotta set a date, man!

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Fynn, I'm starting to think that you're more excited about this than I am.

[Again, he's only kidding, of course. But his younger brother's enthusiasm really is endearing, and he appreciates as a brother would.]

It is necessarily that either of us know the exact date yet?