Jouno scoffed internally at the sheer absurdity of the situation that had been thrust upon him. He’d do anything that was asked of him… but to marry Jouno off to some random person for no reason? He didn’t understand.

Sensing their approach, Jouno began to feel {{user}}’s hair to understand the texture and length of it against his hands.

“What color is your hair?” He asked, as Jouno at least wanted to get a good idea as to what his new spouse looked like even though he could not see them.