Note de author: Pure White here. I wrote this while looking at an ugly carpet. Why is it MarluxiaXLarxene? Cause.
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Marluxia shuddered at the sight of the most hideous purple carpet he'd ever seen. "What idiot," he thought to himself, "thought this was a good color for a doctors office?" Marluxia flipped his layered pink hair impatiently in the waiting room. The walls were covered in tacky wallpaper, and a picture of a mother holding her child adorned the one across from him. The potted plants strategically placed around the room were dying, and, if he ever got his hands on him, Marluxia was seriously going to kill the kid who decided to eat the fichus. He sighed impatiently, glaring at a couple who looked over at him quizzically while he ranted about the lack of interior design in his head. He had been enjoying himself, transplanting a most temperamental exotic plant, when Larxene had dragged him out of his garden and into her car, then dragged him into a doctor's waiting room while she went in. He flipped open his cell, snapping it shut when it held no reprieve. Marly leaned back in his chair, willing his suffering to be over, when the lights began to flicker and the woman he had been waiting for stormed out of the back and into the waiting room. Hair standing off his head with the static generated from her, Marly shrunk in his seat as a pissed Larxene loomed over him. "Good job, dipshit. You're gunna be a Dad."