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#80 PANDORA'S BOX
Mamoru closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to fight the wave of nausea which threatened to overwhelm him. Then he risked another look around his haven - his apartment. Most of the furniture was stacked in one room, the living room floor has been ripped off, the walls were only half-painted, and the bathroom… He felt his knees go weak, thinking of his beautiful tiles, chosen after much deliberation, now all broken. And he was painfully aware, that when the whole mayhem was over, the flat wouldn't feel like home anymore.
The bathroom wouldn't be pink, but to avoid - partly, at least - the biggest quarrel ever he allowed her to pick any other colour she liked . And Usagi did have a say about new kitchen chairs - they had to be safe to stand on to reach the higher cupboards even for a klutz. She had influence on thousands of little details he wouldn't have ever thought about, driving him mad.
He sighed dejectedly - no, this place wouldn't feel like home.
And then, against all odds, he smiled, a warm feeling spreading inside him.
But only until she moves in.
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I hope the whole idea is as self-explanatory as it was to me, in terms of the theme :).