A fic meme respone for MOG
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Promote line: "They're not my woman's underwear!"
Odion looked at the chaos that was, as he was told, Marik's room. A few boxes filled with things from the move still sat semi-full in a corner by the widow, a stack of dirty plates sat on top. Odion sighed at the sight. He didn't know how someone who insisted on being so neat with his appearance treated his clothes so carelessly.
Maybe Marik could live with this, but he couldn't.
He wouldn't unpack anything. Marik should do his own cleaning. He did want throw away the plates though, and he couldn't very well do that without clearing a path to get to them. So, with one arm he scooped up one pile of clothes, and with he other the open the hamper...to find a purple thong.
Odion dropped the clothes back to the floor.
"What are you doing?" Marik asked, walking in.
Odion held up the underwear.
"...Why do you have a thong?"
"It was in your hamper." Odion raised an eyebrow.
For a moment Marik stood horrified in the doorway, "They're not my woman's underwear!"
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