The Worst Day of Marly's Year
Without any doubt, the day Marluxia hates most is Valentine's Day, for two very good reasons.
1. The holiday itself is nothing but annoying, and every one of those roses that is cut and sold for the holiday makes Marluxia a little more tempted towards genocide.
And 2, the more important but lesser known reason: Because nobody ever remembers that February 14th is also his birthday.
So, as has been a ritual since long before he lost his heart, Marluxia had closed himself off from the rest of the world, locked the doors to his room and curled up on his bed to eat chocolate ice cream and sew. And if he had anything to say about it, his signs would have done the job, and he'd be left alone.
...He hoped.
((*Snickers* I doubt anyone will really listen to Marly's signs, so feel free to come bug him and get your head torn off and eaten.))
1. The holiday itself is nothing but annoying, and every one of those roses that is cut and sold for the holiday makes Marluxia a little more tempted towards genocide.
And 2, the more important but lesser known reason: Because nobody ever remembers that February 14th is also his birthday.
So, as has been a ritual since long before he lost his heart, Marluxia had closed himself off from the rest of the world, locked the doors to his room and curled up on his bed to eat chocolate ice cream and sew. And if he had anything to say about it, his signs would have done the job, and he'd be left alone.
...He hoped.
((*Snickers* I doubt anyone will really listen to Marly's signs, so feel free to come bug him and get your head torn off and eaten.))