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[fulgural.livejournal.com]

[ February 14th. Naturally, Larxene wants nothing to do with (in her opinion) this most pathetic of days.

And naturally, the Dressing Room has a different opinion. Which might explain the frilled pink atrocity in place of her usual (and far more tasteful) Organization coat. Larxene is, however, just as - if not more - stubborn. Which might explain the blood staining the ruffles and starting to seep from underneath the door of the room she just walked out of.

Happy Valentine's Day. ]

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[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

[Larxene. In a pink dress. Demyx has no comments, really. Given the look on her face, he's not sure if it's a good idea to give her that box of chocolates he's carrying.]

[fulgural.livejournal.com]

[ leans against the wall, taking a fistful of the dress and glaring down at it, consequently not noticing Demyx. She doesn't look half bad in said pink dress, but it's still annoying her to no end, even after that little diversion. Of course she's already tried taking it off in favor of something less fussy. And of course that hadn't worked.

She lets go, her gaze becoming more contemplative as an idea comes to her. Well, if she can't get rid of the whole thing...

Larxene reaches up, attempting to untie the pink ribbon encircling her throat. But as soon as it's slipped free, the ribbon seems to move on its own, jerking free of Larxene's grasp and flying up to wrap back around her neck, retying itself into a neat bow. ]

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

If it is any consolation, you look pretty good in that dress.

[fulgural.livejournal.com]

[ snaps her gaze to Demyx. ]

If it's any warning, I'm not in a good mood right now.

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

Right. Do you want some chocolate?

[hopes this won't get him killed again.]

1/2

[fulgural.livejournal.com]

[ ...is he trying to suggest that she's PMSing. Larxene just looks at Demyx for a minute before speaking, her voice overly sweet like arsenic: ]

Aw, for me~? That's so sweet of you! You really shouldn't have...

[fulgural.livejournal.com]

[ and just like that, she drops the sugary tone. ]

No. Now go away.

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

[he pretty much expected that kind of response.]

Since you're stuck in that dress, wouldn't chocolate make the day a little bit better?

[fulgural.livejournal.com]

Probably not, especially if it's from you.

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

Your loss.

[will eat the chocolate himself, then.]

[fulgural.livejournal.com]

Is it.

[ reaches behind her and tugs irritatedly at the ribbons at her back, which feel to be cinching tighter about her waist the longer she wears the dress, even though nothing's really happening at all. ]