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paixaorpg2006-04-21 10:51 pm
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A New Shop? [Completed]
Characters: Marluxia, Demyx, anyone unfortunate enough to stumble across them.
Content: The duo go on an adventure. In a porn store. Shhh.
Setting: Estale a Cereja [L6]
Time: Saturday Afternoon
Warning: They're at a porn store. What do you expect?
Marluxia hadn't even had the time to say "What the hell do you think you're doing?" before being jumped on by his less intelletual companion. Had he the chance, he would have very much argued it. But unfortunately, his colleague was quite the "do things and PRETEND to regret them later~" type.
Unfortunately.
So, without the time to steady himself with the added weight of Demyx, Marluxia had waited to fall over AFTER there were no comfortable chairs to land on. Instead, there was a nice, hard, unforgiving sidewalk.
Needless to say, it hurt. A lot. So after much blaring pain and a trying to refocus his eyes, he glared at the Nobody on top of him from his position on the ground. At least he had landed on his back, if he wanted a silver lining.
"Would you mind getting off of me, pookie?" The last word was obviously dripping with irritation.
Content: The duo go on an adventure. In a porn store. Shhh.
Setting: Estale a Cereja [L6]
Time: Saturday Afternoon
Warning: They're at a porn store. What do you expect?
Marluxia hadn't even had the time to say "What the hell do you think you're doing?" before being jumped on by his less intelletual companion. Had he the chance, he would have very much argued it. But unfortunately, his colleague was quite the "do things and PRETEND to regret them later~" type.
Unfortunately.
So, without the time to steady himself with the added weight of Demyx, Marluxia had waited to fall over AFTER there were no comfortable chairs to land on. Instead, there was a nice, hard, unforgiving sidewalk.
Needless to say, it hurt. A lot. So after much blaring pain and a trying to refocus his eyes, he glared at the Nobody on top of him from his position on the ground. At least he had landed on his back, if he wanted a silver lining.
"Would you mind getting off of me, pookie?" The last word was obviously dripping with irritation.
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"Yeah, they always keep the good stuff in the backroom~" What this 'good stuff' was, however, one couldn't really know until they opened the door. And so, jiggling the doorknob a little, Demyx twisted it and pushed it open.
And almost immediately they were greeted by a male mannequin with a kind of leather attire; thin straps hugging its shoulders with the weird contraption stopping right above the thighs. Strangely, there was something long that was covered in a black cloth attached neatly between the legs.
... All that trouble just for a dildo? Demyx raised a brow, walking over to the mannequin and pulled off the cloth-
-to reveal instead a 16 inch ornately designed blade with both razor and curved tip.
"............"
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Twice.
Three times.
Long moment of silence.
Marluxia was finding more moments where he had nothing to say. This was a very fine example. Tapping a finger against his leg, he blinked at Demyx, frowning.
"...I'm just going to walk away now."