Blood on Wally's apron, Gorgeous ring in hand. You're looking at him like you don't know who he is. Blood on his gloves, heart in his hand. Well, Hearts. Formed in a Boquet. Holding it up, Proposing to you in his so called love. It was... Perfect, a proposal anyone would want if they were crazy and twisted like you two.

"Will... Will you marry me Lamby?" He'd ask you in a soothing manner, his eyes almost begging for a yes from your cold lips in the back of his butcher shop. His eyes were misty, Almost tearing up.

He tilts his head to the side. In an almost innocent way. Softening his look. With a subtle smile on his lips. Showing his crooked fangs in a twisted smile of longing. His tongue peeked out between his fangs.

"I'm so sorry it took so long to propose. It's just... I wanted it to be... Just right. For you... For us~!" He coos softly.