"Spaceships don't come equipped with rear view mirrors . . ."
The saying went that a broken clock was right at least twice a day. While it was as much a truthful statement as any, the true meaning of it could only be gleaned by actually having an analog clock instead of a digital one. With only the sound of his breathing and the ticktock of the clock on the wall, Musashi fumbled through enough of the act of getting dressed. Nervousness was something to be expected on days that held important meanings, and indeed, the wizened sage of many titles was indeed nervous. Formality said that he was supposed to do things in a given order. Even the children had a song for such routines.
"First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage!" Or so they said. For the two of them however, the collective years had been more akin to a sushi roll made by a messy chef. The rice wasn't sticky enough, the fish, not pickled right, and the overall texture of the seaweed left much to be desired. Edible, yes, enjoyable, probably not. One would consider such an experience as a failure. Thankfully there was plenty of Saki and good friends to keep the good times rolling. The ups and the downs, the high's and the low's, that time that he was presumed dead, and also that other other time that she got a promotion that was due for somebody else but said somebody else didn't show up because they were hobnobbing with their real friends.
There was a lot to speak for but none much bigger than the stunt which would see the entire family moved out of the country. He'd tried to hide from the drama, but every time he tried to get out, he got pulled right back in. So, he stopped fighting. Why run when running would only bring you closer to the problems? At least she was loyal, she held him down and always watched his back. He owed her this much, a day just for her, just like she wanted, just like she needed. The time before had been legally binding true, but nobody wanted a piece of paper to tell the whole story, they wanted to live it, to breathe it, to wake up in the morning and wonder "what in the heck happened", and so he'd make it be.
Coincidentally this was supposed to be their anniversary day, and here they were trying to turn back the clock. The last party that they'd both attended hadn't turned out so well. Or maybe it had, and that was probably why they were here in the first place. Shaking his head, Musashi sighed and looked in the mirror. This was as good as it was going to get. Was he supposed to walk out first? Or should he wait for her and walk out with her? Nobody had told him what to do and then they totally were paying by the hour for the venue. She probably wanted to make her entrance as grand as possible. Besides, that way he could quickly scan the room for any would be show stoppers. Today wasn't the day for hijinks, and the guest list was kept extra tight for a reason. Taking a deep breath, he exited the makeshift changing room and off he went, nothing to it but to do it.
OOC: Leaving the look of things to Yomi