Day 11 (today, tomorrow, and then it's christmas!!! ^_^)
"So let me get this straight…" Marluxia started with a cocked eyebrow, standing opposite a group of men in his garden, "You eleven guys march around all day together in skirts and suck on wooden poles?"
"No, no, that's not what we said at all" one man said.
"Yeah, and they're kilts!!" another corrected venomously.
"We play the bagpipes…"
"So…" the pink haired nobody smirked as he crossed his arms, cutting their explanation off, "All you guys walk around in skirts, blowing down wooden shafts…'making music'. Oh don't worry" he threw his head back laughing, "I completely understand now, you've all made it very clear".
Many of the men growled in frustration as another tried to explain, "No, no, no!! That's still not it and you know it!!!"
"Oh I know it alright. I know you guys are flaming gay".
"Says the guy with pink hair…" one mumbled. Marluxia instantly stopped his laughing and glared darkly at the group, suddenly very serious.
"That was a low blow" he muttered, vines growing and twisting around his slightly glowing form.
"We're sorry…! He didn't mean it….honest!!"
"It's too late" he chuckled sadistically, "Do any of you have a clue as to what I can do to you with these vines?"
Eleven pairs of eyes widened in complete horror and eleven throats swallowed thickly.
"No? Well, then we'll just have to find out then, won't we?"