Melone had been thinking about Ghiaccio so much today, it's why he persuaded Ghiaccio to go on this walk. He really wanted to propose to Ghiaccio just to see how he reacted. If he took it well, all the better. Yet he could just imagine the confusion on Ghiaccio's face, it made him smile in anticipation. Ghiaccio had been talking about another guy in Passione that he'd decked for being an idiot when Melone took Ghiaccio's hand and stopped walking, silencing his partner. Smiling, Melone got down on one knee and watched his partner's eyes grow large and his face flush darker than his glasses.

"What are you doing?!?!" Ghiaccio sputtered.

"I'm asking for your hand in marriage," Melone said smoothly.

"Are you fucking kidding me? GET UP!" Ghiaccio yanked Melone to his feet and began to drag him down the road. Melone chuckled then yanked him back.

"Will you not answer my question, Ghiaccio?" Melone smirked and pulled Ghiaccio's hand to his lips and kissed it. Ghiaccio's mouth twitched as he closed his eyes. He was trying not to smile.

"Can't you be fucking serious just once?" Ghiaccio sighed.

"I've never been more serious about anything, Ghiaccio." He stepped closer to his face and Ghiaccio leaned back just a bit.

"Even if I did believe you were serious, we can't. No one will marry us." He folded his arms and waited for Melone's retort.

"I believe marriage to be an antiquated institution anyway," Melone said as he grinned. His partner's face fell into one of annoyance.

"Then why ask in such an antiquated way?" Ghiaccio grumbled.

"Because that look on your face is priceless." Melone smirked again as Ghiaccio huffed and stormed off down the street. "Fool me once, bitch."

Melone smiled at his lover. Oh, well. Maybe next time he'll believe me.

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