Esme: Why did you make this deal with my father....
"He was desperate, and I wasn't really paying attention."
Esme: ...well...you should've payed attention then...because he promised you me.
"Look, I really wanted to see cutie who was waiting for me at home."
Esme: ...what...?
"His names August....I love him so much..."
Esme: O-oh...ok...So what-what do we do about this...?
"I dunno."
Esme sighs
Esme: Well, shit.
August stumbles into the graveyard with a giant mug of coffee, grumbling to himself.
"I don't wanna marry you."
