What you are seeing below is what Rev added to my Google Doc when I was writing.
“Now please welcome our musical guest for your entertainment this evening, Skrillex!” Clef gestured to a corner where a man with thick rimmed glasses and an interesting haircut looked very disgruntled.
“This is a gross misuse of the Power of Will, Guru” Lantis said quietly.
Clef shrugged, “two of The Beatles are dead, what else was I supposed to do?”
The evening progressed without much further incident, Fuu and Ferio had their first dance to the soothing tones of Bangarang. It wasn’t quite the ever-so-romantic slow dance Fuu had been hoping for but more of an awkward shuffle. And Skrillex was becoming increasingly angrily turning down requests (“No, lady, I don’t care if you can summon a water robot dragon god, I’m not going to play Gangnam Style, so kindly fuck off”).
“I’m beginning to question the wisdom of summoning Skrillex here,” Clef said to no one in particular, as he made his way through his third bottle of wine that evening (“Three for £10 at Asda!” he had told the budgeting committee).
“Heyyyy guyyyyyys,” came an onimous voice from behind Clef, “can I be part of the wedding?”
Clef turned back and attempted to look the newcomer dead in the eyes, this turned out to be more difficult than anticipated as the new guy had no face. Clef turned back round, “Mokona! Get the shotgun!”
“Puu puu, motherfucker.”
What happened in those next few will probably permanently etched into the collective consciousness of Cephiro. In fact, in a few years down the line the phrase “to pull a Mokona” turned from ‘to pull a complete dick move’ to ‘be a complete badass’.