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“Can we, for once, visit an alien world that does not have bizarre fertility rituals when strangers arrive?” Kenma mutters under his breath, “This is the seventh time I’ve married you, Kuroo.”
“Could be worse,” Kuroo says, grinning slyly, “You could be marrying Lev again.”
Kenma has, in fact, married Lev three times, Yaku twice, and in one particularly enthusiastic alien village, married all three of them at the same time, as well as the village Chief, and his four wives and two husbands.
“And at least there’s no goats this time,” Kuroo says.
Kenma shudders, still remembering the marriage ritual involving the goat.
“I am so sick of this galaxy,” Kenma complains.
“Just think of what this will do to our taxes, if we ever make it back to earth,” Kuroo says.
“Don’t even joke about it,” Kenma says. “I am so glad this is not legally binding.”
“Yeah,” Kuroo says. “Pity.” And then he leans in and presses a quick kiss against Kenma’s lips, to the enthusiastic cheering of the villagers who they are trying to negotiate a treaty with, and Kenma is too stunned to pull back, because kissing is not usually part of the deal with all these fake marriages.