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]

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.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[derp moves closer, blinking at him.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[starts at the top where the zipper is and gives it a few fake tugs where he's pulling more on the cloth than anything, then runs his hand slowly down the front of the outfit, making sure to get a good feel when he goes lower still]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[if he'd had a bit more time to learn, he might feel uneasy. as it is, he really does think Marluxia is trying to help.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[then he obviously won't mind much when that hand slips further back between his legs toward where the zipper ends, fingers rubbing through cloth]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[frowns, shifting a little uncomfortably.]

Do you know what's wrong with the zipper...?

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

I can't seem to find any kinks in it. While you're here though, you might as well have a seat on Santa's lap.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Why?

[yes, you already explained, but he doesn't really get it. you're not really this Santa person, just like he's not really a bat.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[ah, but some costumes actually do turn them into the character. but you've never met Santa so he gets to make the first impression]

So you can tell me what you want, of course. It's common knowledge, and the reason for all this.

[gestures around him. the snow is very real, though it's not melting when it should be]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[oh god Santa will be ruined forever for him. or maybe just Marluxias.]

I don't know what I want.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Many don't know what they want at first. Come, I'll demonstrate, and soon you'll start to get ideas about what you'd like.