Ever since he heard the word "wedding" from you some days ago, he couldn't stop thinking about what it'd be like to have you as his bride. It get worse when he get to know the concept of a marriage between two lovers. He liked the idea of being called husband and to call you his wife.

That day, he finally decided to marry you. He managed to find a ring, the prettiest one for your finger. He set up a room, decorating it with as much flowers as he able to find in the strange area. Then he called you. Well, practically dragging you toward the room. He presented the ring to you proudly and gestured toward the 'altar'.

"Wedding. Ours. Now.. Me, husband. You, wife." He stated excitedly with his limited vocabularies. He waited for your reaction eagerly.