the funk of forty thousand years

[imaskellington.livejournal.com]

[And just like last year, the main room has been cleared out for a Grand Halloween Ball! There's music playing, food for every monster/animal/zombie you are dressed up as, and a few dancing skeletons to liven up the mood.

Also. Don't go to the dance floor alone.

Because you will find yourself dancing the "Thriller" automatically :}

Kiddies, feel free to go trick or treating!]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, EVERYONE!

Comments

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[looks over at you and raises an eyebrow]

What.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

What are you supposed to be?

[says the bat.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Santa Claus, obviously.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Who?

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Kids sit on Santa's lap and tell him what they want, and if they're good he gives it to them.

[this likely only sounds perverted because of who is saying it.]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Oh. Why?

[pervertedness flies over his head mmmk.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

For a holiday called Christmas.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Holiday?

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[yep, there's no mistaking this Roxas.]

Like today, apparently. You've got a costume for it, too.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Is that what it's for...?

[looks down at himself.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

I take it you didn't choose yours, either.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

No... my coat changed into it.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Have you tried taking it off?

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[pauses, then nods.]

The zipper is stuck.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Why don't you come over here and I'll give it a try.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[takes a step forward, then pauses.]

I was told to stay away from you.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Were you? Why would someone tell you a thing like that?

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Because you were...

[frowns, trying to remember the words.]

...you did bad things, and that's why you were in that room.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

"Bad" is a matter of opinion.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[frowns more, not sure what to say. he hasn't looked those words Ri told him up yet.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[rolls his eyes]

Oh, just get over here.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[...heads over to him after a moment.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[eyes your costume, running a finger up the zipper from your stomach to your neck]

I don't see anything that looks wrong with it.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[shivers a little, hood falling a bit farther over his face, before tugging on the zip. it doesn't move at all, as though the zipper's just there for show.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[makes a show of peering at it, before pointing at a place between his legs for you to stand]

Come closer and let me feel along the zipper to see if there's anything caught in it.