Vexen smiled sheepishly and went on the hunt for his clothes, pulling them on reluctantly. He wondered what they were having for breakfast. Feeling inspired, Marluxia decided on french toast for breakfast, preparing it while Vexen searched for his clothing.
When Vexen trotted out into the kitchen, he looked fresh and happy. He went up and wrapped his arms around Marluxia from behind, giving him a little squeeze of affection.
Marluxia squeaked when Vexen squeezed him, playfully elbowing him in the ribs. "Don't do that." he said, but with no real conviction.
Vexen pulled back, not understanding that Marluxia probably didn't mean it. He sat down at the table and was generally gloomy.
Marluxia glanced at him, pulling a face. "I didn't mean it, silly. Well. I did, but I wasn't growling you."
Vexen gave Marluxia a confused look
"Don't worry about it." Marluxia sighed, putting a plate down in front of Vexen. "Eat your breakfast."
Vexen dug in. The French toast was delicious! He smiled at Marluxia happily, the confusion forgotten. Marluxia smiled and leant against the bench, his own plate in hand and he picked at his own breakfast. Vexen stared at Marluxia while he ate. Every time he looked at him he saw something new. The man was perfect.
"So, what are we gonna do today?" Marluxia asked, trying to ignore the fact that he was being watched.
Vexen frowned in thought. It hadn't occurred to him that he would have to do something today. He had hoped he could just enjoy Marluxia's company and do whatever felt good at the moment. "What would you like to do?" he asked.
"Why do you think I asked you?" Marluxia smiled, shrugging. "Surely there's something you can think of."
Vexen reflected. Was it too soon to ask for sex again? Probably. "We could test chemicals on the man in my closet," he suggested
Marluxia gave Vexen a puzzled look. "Uh, I'm not huge on that sciencey kinda... Stuff."
Vexen shrugged. "I can't think of anything else to do, unless you want to go party-hopping," he said.
"It's not even midday yet." Marluxia tutted, putting his plate in the sink.
"You don't like science and it's too early to party. I can't think of anything else to do that doesn't involve spending massive amounts of money."
"I have massive amounts of money?"
Vexen couldn't tell if it was a question or a confirmation. He looked at Marluxia quizically
"What did you have in mind that involved massive amounts of money, Vex?"
"Shopping. Seeing a movie. Going to the arcade. I don't know. Things that are fun," said Vexen.
"Okay." Marluxia said with a smile. Vexen smiled back. He didn't actually care what they did as long as they were together.
"So which are we going to do first?"
"Which do you want to do first? I don't mind as long as we're together," he said baldly. "Although, I want to go back home and change into something different. Will you come with me?"
"Yeah, 'course." Marluxia nodded. "Hopefully Zexion won't be there. I'm not up to explaining this to him."
Vexen nodded. Fifteen minutes later, they were at his apartment. He changed out of what he was wearing and swapped it for light blue capris, a matching button-down that he used to wear only at work, and black knee-high patent leather boots. "What do you think?" he asked Marluxia
"You sure dress much more eccentrically than before." Marluxia said with a smile. "It's not bad."
"Almost forgot!" chirped Vexen, looking in his accessory drawer for a pair of black-and-blue patterned fingerless gloves and pulling them on. He applied a small amount of blue raspberry-flavored lip gloss and was ready to go.
"I'm starting to wonder why the old you had all of this stuff." Marluxia mused aloud as they left. "You were so uptight and horrified at the way I dressed."
"They were gifts," said Zexion from behind them. "Who is /this/ and what has he done with Vexen?"
"Oh, well that explains a lot." Marluxia said, turning to smile at Zexion. "And well, that's a long ass story."
"Does it involve pills?" asked Zexion. His expression- what they could see of it- said very clearly, /This is the face of me not being amused./
"Yes." Marluxia saw no point in lying about it. "He took five of something the other night and wiped most of his memory."
A/N: He actually took ten, but screw you, continuity.
Zexion looked at Vexen, who looked at Marluxia. "Well, he seems happier now. Whatever you do, don't give him the you-know-what." By which he meant the antidote. Vexen blinked at Marluxia, then looked at Zexion, then back at Marluxia.
"I couldn't even if I wanted to." Marluxia said, taking Vexen's hand. "Seeya, Zexion."
Vexen squeezed Marluxia's hand and smiled beatifically, cantering down the hall and out the door. "Arcade," he decided.
"I haven't been to the arcade in years." Marluxia said as he looped his arm through Vexen's.
Vexen couldn't remember if he'd ever been to the arcade, but he wanted to go. He grabbed a few bills at random from his wallet and stuffed them in a white pouch, figuring he'd exchange them at the arcade.