[Going by how there is no response for like, 20 minutes until there's frantic pounding at Abbacchio's door, Avdol has literally run all the way over (and gotten mildly lost on the way out of pure embarrassment). He's sweating again, and there's a visible flush all over his stupid face, and as soon as the door's open he's dropping to one knee like a complete idiot.]

I was-- ho, hoping, to make it more romantic, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but-- [STOP WHEEZING HOLY SHIT]

Will you marry me at some point in the future, Leone Abbacchio!

I FORGOT MY KEY BECAUSE I PANICKED.

[Although he allows himself to be pulled upright, Avdol's pretty much gone limp by now, so overwhelmed by all of his Big Emotions is he. There's a second or two of weird, flaccid silence, wherein he just leans uselessly on Abbacchio and keeps breathing way too fucking hard, before the dam breaks.

Mohammed Avdol is bawling like a child, and it is highly embarrassing but in the best way. Like, fuck. He literally never expected to get married. Especially not with a proposal screamed over the internet and in the doorway, but fuck it, life really is too short to not go through with it. He just. Needs a minute to get all the Miyazaki tears out of his system and stop with the crushing bear hug shit.]

...I cheated a little. The ring-- [Oh gross, where's the chicken hankie when you need it.] --I always meant for it to be used, like. Like this instead. So I could make some ridiculous joke about how you were already engaged to me but you just didn't know it yet.

Of course I have been! Do you have any idea how deeply in love with you I am?! I'm going to chase you over decades and continents! I'm going to fix time just so I can see you for the rest of it! I don't want anyone else.

[Thankfully, instead of crying More, Avdol just laugh-sobs as he takes the ring and turns it over to watch the opal flash in the light.] I don't think I ever wanted anyone else. So... [Finally, he slides the ring on the correct and proper finger, smiling and sniffling hideously and generally being a fucking mess.]

The pact is sealed.

I'm yours forever, Leone.

[WHO NEEDS GUILT WHEN THERE'S SO MUCH GOOD IN THIS FUTURE. Avdol just considers it making the most of what he's been given, really. Then again, it might just be the serotonin he's suddenly getting a huge rush of after last month being a shitshow?

Both. It's both.

And nothing cool or romantic needs to be said now they've settled the fact that this is happening, either, which is why he gladly swoops into the kiss before it's even fully connected, grip tightening so he can hoist Abbacchio up off the ground for the millionth time. How else is he meant to walk further into the apartment, kick the door closed behind them, and spin around like a giddy schoolgirl? He's grinning so hard and kissing so desperately that it's not really a surprise to have Magician's Red explode out of his back with a scream of joy.

And hey! Now he can act as the other half of a big, warm sandwich. How could he not cuddle Abbacchio from behind? Of course all of Avdol loves him.]

[OHHH BEAK SMOOCH BEAK SMOOCH, Magired fluffs up and coos his happiness, before worming in closer for a good old-fashioned bird snuggle. Avdol's still rubbing his nose with one hand when he hears that very Logical and Understandable question, which.

Oh wow. Somehow the idea of moving in together is about on par with being engaged???? Maybe it's just because he's generally still very worked up that it throws him for such a loop.] Ah! Ah. Um.

We really should get to that, shouldn't we? I've spent way too long living on my own, that we haven't done it sooner...But who's moving into where? That's--

[Then he stops and thinks for a second, reaching over to ruffle at Magician's Red's comb as he keeps on nuzzling into Abbacchio's hair.] ...If you don't mind, I'd like to move in here. It feels like I live with ghosts...And I don't want that anymore. Or if you'd prefer to move into mine, that's good too! I think that either way, being together will keep us from living in the shadows of people who aren't here anymore. What do you think?

A house. A whole house? Here? [There is a wholeass panicked tangent about what happens to said house when they return home, etc etc, but he keeps it mental, thankfully. The anxiety still shows on his face, but y'know! Verbal diarrhoea is always nice to keep to a minimum!] ...A whole house. I wonder if the Prismals would let us do that.

Are you sure that it's alright for me to be moving in with you, though? I don't want to--

I know this sounds stupid. Ridiculous. [WHERE IS THIS WORRY COMING FROM HE JUST FUCKING PROPOSED WHY IS IT BUBBLING UP ABOUT MOVING IN TOGETHER.] I don't want to shove myself into your space, even though you're offering, and I know that all I want is to be together, but suddenly I feel like I'm being a burden. Why are thoughts so uncontrollable, Leone?

[JUST AS KEIKAKU, smooches make everything better and if that isn't exactly what's needed right now! Time to just lean completely into Abbacchio and relax (as much as one can relax when kissing right on back but u kno).]

I can't argue with any of that. I'll have to stop being frivolous with my spending, but a house is going to be a hell of a gift, so it'll be fine in the end. And I'm going to make an exception for your birthday, but that's it. After that, my pursestrings are tightened.

If I end up moving in with you, I promise that I won't ask you to change your decor or routine. I love your aesthetic, and I want to know what it's like to live with you in full. Right down to the waking up together part, complete with morning breath and lipstick on my teeth and unbrushed hair.

I know! That was a given; we're partners, and it'd be unfair to not let you contribute to the house so it's yours as much as mine. But me not going overboard...Might actually help, even if it will physically hurt me to not spoil you.

[Cue ridiculous lip-puckering as he throws both arms around Abbacchio's shoulders and sways with him, still leaning unrelentingly away. He Will Likely Do This Until They Fall Over or something, but fuck it yolo.] Maybe we should really compromise, find a little apartment that's new to both of us, and have it be a harmonious blend of you and me. I don't think the Prismals would mind us changing, since we're providing them so much chroma, right?