“i’ll give you full custody of the crab knight idea if you promise to come up with some costume for me next year. and probably help me make it, too. or we should match next year. so i don’t have any excuse to be boring,” bash suggests, the last comment referring to his own marty mcfly costume which came together only this morning, after a quick google search for inspiration and a raid on his brother’s closet. “what even matches a crab knight? another crab knight? a crab squire?”
“alright, well, you do now. stuck with me for the rest of the night. and we’re trying everything,” he grins at connor, already putting together a mental to-do list of everything available at the fair. bash is glad it’s his roommate he’s run into first—it’s the best possible company he could wish for. “okay, maybe not everything. i refuse to go onto the ferris wheel. i’ll go into the haunted house, even though it’s going to give me ten heart attacks, but i’m staying clear of the ferrish wheel.” bash’s fear of heights is a known secret and deon’s already made about ten digs at it tonight trying to get bash go on it with him and malcolm. yeah, right. “but yeah, drinks first,” he says as he steers them towards the food stands. “what are we in the mood for?”
“Deal! It’s too perfect to pass up… Because the shell is already like armour, right?” Connor grins - the crab humour certainly isn’t be lost on him. Already, he is making plans - he has visions, ones that will undoubtedly spill over in a rambling mess. “There are a lot of options there… My first thought is a lobster knight, but they’d look a little similar, right? You’d have a tail, but I feel like most people wouldn’t be able to tell the difference… Besides, they don’t have much in common aside from being decapods, and they’d be more likely to fight each other rather than a common enemy. That would cause havoc in an order of knights, right? No– it makes more sense to go down the ethological route, rather than a morphological one…” His research into his costume was extensive, and there are still several tabs bookmarked on his laptop. Finally, they’re proving useful, at the expense of poor, hapless Bash, who most likely wasn’t expecting this onslaught. “In the wild, sometimes… crabs will go around riding on sea pigs! It’s a pretty specific species though, and they cling to their undercarriage, which would be pretty difficult to represent… and then you have sea urchins, which ride crabs instead. They use them as shields, actually, which… that kind of works, right? A knight, with a shield?” There’s a hopeful gleam in his eyes. “It just depends on how spiky you’re willing to be.”
After that spiel, Connor could easily make an argument on who’s stuck with who - but it’s nicer to think that, maybe, that just means they’ll enjoy each other’s company. “That’s okay. I’m high up enough already,” he assures him, with a fleeting glance at the giant metal wheel. He could do it, maybe, but Bash definitely isn’t alone in his fear. “As for the haunted house…” he fidgets a little as he walks, straightening out one of his legs. “I– I don’t know if I have the, uh… constitution, to let strangers yell at me on purpose. I know the whole point is to be scared, and that’s pretty big with halloween, but…” He doesn’t know how to express the thought that he might just faint in there without embarrassing himself a little. “Mm, drinks are a good idea to start with! I feel like– something sweet is right. Oh! I saw a stall not too long ago, it was like… A witch, with a cauldron? And I have no idea what was in her potion, but it was green, and it looked pretty exciting… what do you say?”
