"Hey, human, what are they doing over there?" Leif kept his voice quiet out of habit, almost too quiet for you to hear.

He watched as women gathered behind the bride. It was risky for her to turn her back on strangers, in Leif's opinion of course. He waited for the only human he cared about at this event to answer him. A what toss?

He paid little attention to the story behind such a weird activity. On Daemos, they would simply hunt as celebration. It's too bad humans didn't enjoy killing as much.

He zoned back in once you explained the meaning. The one who catches the bouquet is the next to get married. "Seriously?" Humans had some weird traditions.

"So I just need to be the one to grab those weeds first?" That should've been warning enough. His mind was set, and he was the faster there. Duh.

"OUT OF MY WAY!" Those bridesmaids didn't know what hit them. Literally.

Leif didn't notice that the only ones there were women. To him, all that mattered were those stupid flowers. That was going to be his bouquet! If anyone got shoved, it was their own fault.

"Hah!" He held the flowers up victoriously like an enemy's head. He pointed them at you. "This means we're getting married!"