Churches always made Dib uncomfortable. He didn't know what it was; the over-religious feeling? The weird sense of hopefulness? That strange smell? Maybe it was just how drab this one was, but his nervousness was heightened more than usual here.
    He wasn't really paying attention to what was happening--he was sure everything was going perfectly. It always seemed like everyone in his family was able to do things perfectly. Everyone except for him. He probably was never going to find someone; he didn't deserve it. He was the crazy one, the one who's always being threatened to call the asylum on. No adult ever trusted him, no kid ever looked his way, nothing. He would always be alone. But if he wasn't...
    He'd care for that person. He'd make sure they're noticed, that he's proud of them. He'd let them know that nothing they did was a waste. He'd lift their sorrows. He'd carry them through darkness. He'd make sure they were each other's.
Dib didn't snap into attention until he heard his name called.
"Dib!" Snarled the priest. "That was your cue."
Dib looked around; everyone was staring at him. Dib gulped, slowly standing up.
"Well? Are you waiting for something?"
Dib quickly stood up, rushing over to the front table. "My apologies--I must've not heard. You see, it's a rather echo-y room, so there's a chance sound could get lost in th--"
"Oh, just get on with it! Did you even remember to bring the rings?"
"R-Right! The rings!" Dib started patting his body, finding the pockets "Y-Yes, right here--" He took one out and held it up. Then, he immediately dropped it.

Nearly every person in the room gasped, Gaz just facepalmed and Membrane winced.
"W-Wait! I'll get it!" Dib dropped to the floor, hitting the legs of the table. Tak and Gaz backed up, slightly on edge. Dib crawled across the leveled stage, searching for the golden band. He hit the table leg again, causing one of the candles to fall to the floor. The candle rolled to Miyuki's dress, setting it on fire. Everyone around her jumped up, frantically rushing to do something about it.
"I got it..!" Dib stood up with the ring, looking around at the chaos he caused. "...oh..." He turned and saw his sister's head in her hands in embarrassment. Dib stood there, frozen, unsure what to do. Does he help? Does he run? Does he say something? Nope, it only resulted in his father dumping a bucket of water on the flame, calming everyone down. Membrane sat back in his seat, dragging his hands across his face in disappointment.
Everyone in the room was once again focused on Dib. "You clearly don't know how to handle yourself, do you?" The priest leaned in.
"U-Uh--yes, sir, I just--"
"Leave."
Dib went quiet along with the rest of the room. There was a sense of suspense and tension, so thick it was almost felt. "W-What..?"
"Leave, and do not come back until you have learned proper etiquette!"
Dib fell back slightly, scrambling to get up. He ran to the doors, throwing them open and running. Running as far as he could, with the last thing he heard being,
"That boy will never find anyone..."
"My poor insane son..."