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
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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
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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
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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
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