[An Afternoon Date] - [Larxene/Xigbar] - [PG-13]

[femme_savage]

Who: Larxene and Xigbar
What: An afternoon outing
Where: Around Twilight Town
When: Friday

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The man in question let out a small scoff from his place leaning over the vanity in the bathroom. He'd spent the last twenty minutes or so trying to get used to the image of himself with two eyes again. He had flashbacks of a time years ago when he'd done the same thing, though in reverse. Of course, this time the mirror was spared- looking at a full face was easier than making acquaintance with a broken, scarred face after all.

Hair kept tidy in a tight little braid, arms exposed to the warm spring air by a somewhat tattered short sleeved shirt, an old pair of cargos that weren't quite his and nearly twice his size, and suede and wool flipflops... eh, it would do. It was Saturday, who cared, honestly?

"I dunno, I kinda figured the wedding planning was all the woman's issue," he taunted as he moved to the bed. He loved seeing her reaction to his odd comments sometimes. He shot her a playful smirk while sitting on the bed while shoving a small plastic shard behind the bionic eye, giving him leverage to pop it from his face. He dropped it in the recharging apparatus before rubbing a light blue ointment in the now vacant socket.

"In all seriousness, I'm pretty content and satisfied with the way we are right now. If you truly wanna go through with this, then yeah, I'll get busy and help and all that. If you just want to be one of those couples that scoots through life as merely engaged and devoted to one another, that's cool too. I love you, you love me, we both love Hunter, he both loves us, and we both love the twins. We're alright, yeah? But I think everyone would rather see us finally get it going," he laughed.

That said, and figuring he'd get some kind of beef for it, he grabbed his patch and wallet from the bedside table, and stood, ready to leave.

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The look she gave him was a little withering as she plucked a clear tube of lip gloss off the dressing room table, twisting the lid and slipping the wand out, slicking the gloss over her lips before pursing them. She loved the fact that this gloss tasted like Raspberry and Cranberry, and she knew that this was one of Xigbar's favourites because of the sweetness.

"Think about it, Bionic Eye," Larxene swung her legs round and got to her feet, dusting her skirt off, though there was nothing there to dust off. "You spent all this money on this great fucking ring." She showed the bright ring off on her engagement finger. "So people are expecting something to come of it. I mean, we could have carried on like this without the rock, but sadly for you, the rock means things.

"My mom has been pissing me off with questions," she brought herself now to stand toe-to-toe with him, looking up at him. "And Hunter is asking as well, so... you either want to tell them all that the ring has an alternate symbolism or we just get something pencilled in."

Honestly speaking, she didn't care whether or not they got married, but there was always the thought in her head that wedding days were often circulated around the bride, and she couldn't deny the want of having a day all about her.

"You know~" the blonde smirked at him, slowly rubbing a hand up and down his chest. "We could always just go out, find a nice place and then you can pick the caterer~ You like that idea~?" She brought herself up flush with him, brushing her leg against his.

If there was one thing that was perfectly clear in her Manhandling Handbook, it was that feminine wiles and charms should be used at every opportunity to exploit the weak points in the male mental armour.

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"So I doomed myself when I picked it out?" he smirked, watching her move through the room. "And since when were you someone who gave a flying fuck what anyone thought about you or us? I'm pretty sure if you did, you wouldn't be here now, right?"

His arms instinctively brought themselves to wrap around her and keep her close. He leaned forward to press his lips to her forehead, letting them linger there as he spoke.

"But you know, it's me and my family we're talking about, so of course there'll be the most expensive cake in the universe, the biggest dress you can think of, the largest buffet imaginable, silver flatware, crystal glasses, a diamond cake cutter, a live orchestra, horse drawn carriages, and it'll all take place in a big castle!"

On second thought, that actually sounded really fun.

"Hey! Maybe Granddad will bring out the champagne he had made when he and Grandma got married! And then he'll have a bottle made for us to share on the fiftieth anniversary! Think you can put up with me that long?"

One of his hands moved to grab hers from his chest, giving it a light squeeze. He was well aware of the leg against his, but the fun part about all of his military training was the ability to ignore it... at a certain level, anyway.

"Whoa, Nelly... I thought you wanted to go OUT today? You know as well as I do that if we start this up, we'll both be rather too disinclined to go further than the kitchen."

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The truth of the matter was, no, she didn't give a flying fuck what others thought of them, or her, but every girl, even her to some extent, dreamed of the day when she would be a bride. While most normal girls wanted it for the 'happily ever after' that would, hopefully, follow, Larxene wanted it for the fact that she would be the center of attention and the one everyone would be aiming to please. What girl didn't want to be a veritable princess for a day?

It was all the royal benefits with none of the commitments.

Hearing all of Xigbar's insane, to put it politely, plans for their wedding, as potentially mapped out by her future in-laws, she felt her stomach turn a little.

"Oh no! Noooo no no no no!" the blonde stated firmly. "That's a little too much! You forget, my family aren't exactly wealthy fuckers, don't you think it'll make them feel a little uncomfortable and guilty that they couldn't help in paying for their daughter's wedding? Can't we just, I dunno, make this simple and tasteful so as not to humiliate my family?"

His comments about her body position brought back Larxene's lighter mood, causing a soft laugh to ripple from her lips as she took a step away from him.

"Alright then, patchy, let's get going before there's a full mast on deck~" the young woman grinned as she made a cheeky grab at his crotch, giving it a squeeze before walking to the door, unable to keep the grin from her face.

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He knew that sort of reaction would come up. It was almost like the prince and the pauper between them, and though he was less worried about it, she tended to be a little overprotective of her family's income caste. He was more offended by his.

"Ah, well, it'll mostly be Granddad and mom planning it all. I can try to tell them to keep it simple, but I doubt they'll listen. They're all for big and expensive anything. Remember when we went to dinner with them and instead of the Chicken Nuggets he asked for, Hunter was given a slice of rotisserie duck breast? And instead of French fries, a side of au gratin?"

He shrugged a little, letting his hands fall back to her waist.

"You can try talking to them, though. I may be the only son, but I'm also the bastard son, and fuck my opinion on anything!" he smirked. Over-exaggeration. He was good at it. "You could try telling them we don't want them to do anything? Or limit them as to what they can do."

The grab to his crotch brought a sharp sound up, one he tried to keep quiet but failed miserably.

"Hey, hey hey! No ma'am! Don't start that shit unless you intend on ending it!" After a brief moment of him catching his bearings as he leaned against the wall, he took off after her, fingers ready for the tickle.