THRILLER NIGHT

[imaskellington.livejournal.com]

[the main part of the dressing room has been cleared out. what appears to be a glowing orb that acts light a Disco ball floats in mid air, and there's a random skeleton disc jockey already.

there are also food tables around, and because of the variety of monsters people have transformed into, there's normal food and weird food.]

Happy Halloween!

[ooc: BIGASS HALLOWEEN PARTY. Whatever floats your Halloween boat. Dance the thriller, bob for apples, trick or treat, dance with people, flirt, PLAY TRICKS, have sex, whatever. and I will be popping in and out online and offline because busy with mass cooking. >.<]

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[tinyku.livejournal.com]

[looks like she's prepared, on her knees and obviously not worried about getting the dress messy. she's not even going to ask why he's running like that, holding the basket down low, waitiiing...]

[littlest-prince.livejournal.com]

[congratulations, Riku, you have obtained one (1) cockroach cupcake! he nearly crashes into her once the cupcake runs into the basket, swerving off to the side and tripping over himself. he ends up doing an odd somersault as he comes to a halt, sort of upside down.]

...did'ya get it?

[tinyku.livejournal.com]

[has flopped over to sit down properly, forcing the basket closed with the cupcake inside. she nods, looking over to him once it's secure.]

Got it!

[littlest-prince.livejournal.com]

[falls sideways once, rolling to sit up with a grin.]

Great!

[tinyku.livejournal.com]

[smiles and stands up, carrying the basket over and tilting her head at him.]

You're like a real puppy.

[littlest-prince.livejournal.com]

[at least he hasn't scratched behind his ear yet.]

I am?

[tinyku.livejournal.com]

[she'd laugh, but for now she walks over, almost smirking but not quite.]

Yep.

[littlest-prince.livejournal.com]

Guess it makes sense that I'm like my costume!

[stands up, tail wagging a bit.]

[tinyku.livejournal.com]

[...g-grins a bit. she's certainly amused.]

Your tail's wagging.

[littlest-prince.livejournal.com]

[twists to see his tail, surprised.]

So that's why it felt funny!

[tinyku.livejournal.com]

[tilts her head up. please say he noticed it.]

Your tail or because it's wagging?

[littlest-prince.livejournal.com]

Th' wagging. I didn't know that's what it was doin', but it felt weird.

[kind of turning in a circle as he looks at it, without realizing it.]

[tinyku.livejournal.com]

[p-pfff, laughing now.]

[littlest-prince.livejournal.com]

[stops, looking over at her in confusion.]

What?

[tinyku.livejournal.com]

[stops laughing, carrying the basket over to a chair.]

You make a good puppy.

[littlest-prince.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[...starts wagging again, because he's happy he made Riku happy. :/ wanders on over to her.]

[tinyku.livejournal.com]

[would laugh if she knew. sets the basket on a chair, keeping her hand on top of it so the cupcake doesn't... idk, jump out, and tugs on one of her pigtails with the other.]

[littlest-prince.livejournal.com]

...d'you think it's still moving?

[peers at the basket closely, folded dog ears twitching forwards.]

[tinyku.livejournal.com]

Dunno. Want me to open it?

[...kind of wants to touch one of those ears.]

[littlest-prince.livejournal.com]

Sure!

[probably wouldn't mind.]

[tinyku.livejournal.com]

[cannot bring herself to do that. opens the basket instead, peering inside.]

[littlest-prince.livejournal.com]

[jumping cupcake attack to the face, y/n.]

[tinyku.livejournal.com]

[y. which would make her scream and stumble back.]

[littlest-prince.livejournal.com]

[D: pounces on the cupcake as soon as it falls away from Riku, squishing it and making sure the legs on it stop twitching, then looks back over at her worriedly.]

Are you okay?!

[tinyku.livejournal.com]

[has her hands on her face, trying to rub off anything she might have gotten on it which probably included icing because a living cupcake just attacked her face and she screamed. ...screaming was just as bad to think about. looks at Kai between her fingers, eyes narrowed, though not at him.]

M'fine.