[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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[femme_savage]

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.