[Motochika stares blearily up at Mitsunari, his eye bloodshot and not quite focusing right. Mitsunari is making That Face, which means he has one chance at answering that question before all hell breaks loose, which means he has to make his brain function enough to churn out an acceptable response.]
Er...a marriage license?
[He was paying attention to the entire conversation! See?]
Licenses. I signed a few.
[He tugs his eyepatch off, wondering if maybe it's squeezing his head too much and making the ache worse.]
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Er...a marriage license?
[He was paying attention to the entire conversation! See?]
Licenses. I signed a few.
[He tugs his eyepatch off, wondering if maybe it's squeezing his head too much and making the ache worse.]
Now why did I do that...?