What the fu... Hey, you dumb wish-granting tree, I wished for a swimming pool full of booze and scantily clad girls, not... whatever this is!
[Ango is wearing a suit. An expensive-looking looking dove grey suit, with a violet silk tie (which he immediately loosens) and a matching handkerchief tucked neatly into the pocket. Since when does he own a handkerchief? Most of Ango's fantasies involve less clothing, not more, so what the hell is this...?
And what's with all the flowers? Is this supposed to be Ango's funeral? Enormous floral displays in pale pink and baby blue line a petal-strewn path to a gazebo covered in climbing roses, where a multi-tiered wedding cake awaits...
Wait a minute, whose dream is this!? It's definitely not his dream! Ango has spent the past 38 years resolutely committed to the freewheeling life of a bachelor, only showing up to weddings when there's an open bar and he's not invited. He's not the kind of guy who goes all domestic and starts picking out curtains when he meets a girl. Ango doesn't even own curtains! He's a financially and mentally unstable loser who's never had a real job! He's not husband material!]
Ango, daaarling~! It's time to tie the knot~~
[The silk tie around his neck feels like a noose. Dreading the inevitable, Ango turns towards the cheerful voice... it's Ai, and she's beautiful. Dressed in a airy confection of white satin and tulle, she looks like a goddess descending from the heavens to bestow her blessing of love upon a mere mortal...]
W-wait, I'm not ready for this!
[Is it just his imagination, or are Ai's starry eyes a shade pinker than usual?
Ango takes off at a run, shoving his way through the Tanabata crowd. If Ai catches up to him, it's all over - she's gonna turn him into a wife guy, and the scariest thing is that there's a part of him that thinks it wouldn't be so bad...]
NIGHTMARE ENCOUNTER lol just kidding
What the fu... Hey, you dumb wish-granting tree, I wished for a swimming pool full of booze and scantily clad girls, not... whatever this is!
[Ango is wearing a suit. An expensive-looking looking dove grey suit, with a violet silk tie (which he immediately loosens) and a matching handkerchief tucked neatly into the pocket. Since when does he own a handkerchief? Most of Ango's fantasies involve less clothing, not more, so what the hell is this...?
And what's with all the flowers? Is this supposed to be Ango's funeral? Enormous floral displays in pale pink and baby blue line a petal-strewn path to a gazebo covered in climbing roses, where a multi-tiered wedding cake awaits...
Wait a minute, whose dream is this!? It's definitely not his dream! Ango has spent the past 38 years resolutely committed to the freewheeling life of a bachelor, only showing up to weddings when there's an open bar and he's not invited. He's not the kind of guy who goes all domestic and starts picking out curtains when he meets a girl. Ango doesn't even own curtains! He's a financially and mentally unstable loser who's never had a real job! He's not husband material!]
Ango, daaarling~! It's time to tie the knot~~
[The silk tie around his neck feels like a noose. Dreading the inevitable, Ango turns towards the cheerful voice... it's Ai, and she's beautiful. Dressed in a airy confection of white satin and tulle, she looks like a goddess descending from the heavens to bestow her blessing of love upon a mere mortal...]
W-wait, I'm not ready for this!
[Is it just his imagination, or are Ai's starry eyes a shade pinker than usual?
Ango takes off at a run, shoving his way through the Tanabata crowd. If Ai catches up to him, it's all over - she's gonna turn him into a wife guy, and the scariest thing is that there's a part of him that thinks it wouldn't be so bad...]
Somebody, help! I've gotta hide!!