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abirdofpreylh:
Harley smiled, pleased the peck to his cheek hadn’t gotten her in trouble. “Yeah! Definitely a funny one next,” she agreed, turning to face the camera and puffing out her cheeks, eyes crossing.
The angel wasn’t sure what would be funny, but decided to puff his cheeks out in hopes that would be good enough. “What next?”
abirdofpreylh:
“Well I ain’t done much flying myself but I can imagine it wastes less time! Ever played any tricks when ya been flyin around?” Harley dissolved into giggles after the picture was taken, tugging her beard off and trying to adopt a contrite look. “I’m not in trouble am I?”
The angel shook his head, “No, not trouble. Just a bit shocked by it, I guess. So, should we do a funny picture?”
pinky-star:
“Well you need to eat better food then.” He chuckled. He considered the words not prepared for a philosophical discussion at a Halloween party, but willing to roll with it. “Well, that’s true of anything. You never know if anything you do might have ill effects right? Like that whole butterfly wings beating in Africa chaos theory thing. But I guess what I’m saying is that if something feels good in the moment and doesn’t obviously hurt someone, the point is that moment of enjoyment. Life can suck, why not take joy whenever and forever long you can find it.”
The angel barely understood what the pink man was getting at, feeling like a theology argument was maybe not the best idea in this moment. “I suppose,” he said simply, “I guess i come for a place more of logic and reason. Everything should have its purpose. It was all built that way.”
abirdofpreylh:
She giggled and wrapped her arms around him playfully. “But isn’t it so fun? It would be cool to fly but walkin and dancin is so much better,” she insisted before smiling for the picture. As it counted down for the second, Harley waited, then pressed a kiss to the angel’s cheek with an exaggerated smack.
“I suppose it is some kind of fun. Flying is quicker though. And I am not big on wasting time,” he said honestly. He gasped in surprise at the kiss, getting it all caught in a picture. “You stole that,”he said, clicking his tongue and shaking his head, “Naughty.”
abirdofpreylh:
“It’s a mystery!” she exclaimed, not bothering to explain what she actually meant in her excitement to go get pictures. Harley laughed and settled herself next to the angel. “Gotta live fast, baby, or you miss out!”
Castiel walked - or rather, ran - with the clown to get to the photo booth and settled in side it. “All this running is making me miss my wings,” he semi-joked as they sat in front of the blinking light for the first photo to be taken.
wwfhulk:
“Why are you so determined to be boring?” He countered, prodibgbyhe Angel into the maze ahead of him. It was creepier than he’d imagined it to be and he was suddenly glad he wasn’t alone. Truth be told, he’d been glad he wasn’t alone for an hour now. Standing awkwardly alone at parties was not his thing. “Ohmygod!!” He jumped back clinging to the Angel’s jacket as a creepy clown popped out from the hedges beside them. “I do not like this.”
“Why are you so determined to believe that only what you do not like is boring?” he asked, finding most of what he was dragged to by the man boring himself. Though, most earthly celebrations were boring to him. Castiel wanted to make a comment as the wrestler started to become scared shitless, but the truth was, the angel wasn’t caring for any of this too much himself. He flashed his blade a few times at things that turned out to be shadows or moving branches. “This may have been a terrible idea,” he said, walking through the maze with the man behind him as quickly as he could to get them out of there.
pinky-star:
“A foodgasm. It’s when food is so good you..” He proceeded to mimic someone in the throes of sexual release. The serious guy needed a laugh so he was willing to go all out. “The point. Does everything need a point? Sometimes you do things just because the doing it feels good. And if it doesn’t hurt anyone in the process, that’s reason enough, right?”
“I do not believe I have ever had that experience,” he said contently. He shrugged at the question, “What is the point if there is no point? Perhaps you will not know if it hurts someone until it is too late.”
wwfhulk:
“Shocking! The Angel man doesn’t like something. Total surprise,” he said sarcastically but still determined to make this man have some kind of fun. “The Hulkster does not like getting his mustache wet. To the hedge maze then! You can be my protector,” he said, pushing Angel out in front of him this time as a human shield.
The angel glared through his mask, “Shocking, the loud wrestler has an opinion.” He was about ready to walk away, having been done with this man when he was pushed again, “Why are you so aggressive?” he asked, taking small steps into the haunted maze, his hand ready on his angel blade in case anything were to happen.
wwfhulk:
“Point?! There’s no point, it’s just fun! Being human means having fun doing pointless things sometimes. How have you not learned that yet?” He grabbed another pumpkin and let it fly, cheering “oh yeah!” As it exploded. “Okay, next up: Apple bobbing!”
“Oh no,” he said shaking his head, “I tried that apple bobbing earlier and it is difficult and I do not understand it. I also don’t care that much for apples to begin with, it seems. But if you would like to try, I can watch.”
wwfhulk:
“Did you spend so much time watching people love you forgot how to do it yourself,” he spit back at the Angel, getting more and more annoyed that this man wasn’t loosening up despite all his efforts. “Look Brother, you’re on Earth. When in Rome, yeah? Live a little then maybe you’ll understand us better.” He took the pumpkin from the stand and simply smashed it on the ground with great satisfaction.
“I am not human, there was nothing to forget,” he reminded the very loud man. He watched as the other placed his pumpkin and it sailed through the air and land with a huge crash. With a sigh and a shrug he picked up his own pumpkin and placed it on the platform and pulled the lever and watched once again fly through the air and crash. “Well, it is cerrtainly interesting, but I still do not see the point of it. Kind of fun though.”
bathoryvampire:
The vampire countess grinned at the human looking not quite human. “Well now, I don’t know quite what a Crowley is but it doesn’t sound like a good thing. I’m Countess Elizabeth Bathory, pleasure. And I would much rather do many other things than fight, especially at a party. Do pretend to have proper manners dear boy.”
“You are a soulless bloodsucker and you are going to tell me to have manners?” he asked in shock. Regardless, the other was unarmed as far as the angel could tell and put his blade away. “These humans have done nothing to you, leave them alone.”
pinky-star:
Patrick looked over at the drably dressed person and just continued to make the obscene noised for a while, before swallowing and return his hand down the costume sleave. “I’m ok. Just a teensy weensy foodgasm. Totally harmless.” He assessed the character some more and decided that he couldn’t place the costume. “How are you doin? Enjoying the shindig?”
“I’m sorry, a what?” the angel asked with complete confusion. “I do not know that word. Or what it means,” he said. “It is an interesting time. I have never decorated a pumpkin before, that was interesting though I still fail to see the point.”
wwfhulk:
The third picture snapped was one of a very disgusted and disappointed Hulkster judging the Angel man hardcore. “Reflection!? Good Lord, Brother. You need to let this human teach you how to live!” He flexed for the last picture then dragged the Angel out of the photo area by the collar again. “Come on, use those puny of yours, let’s go?” He guided the Angel toward the pumpkin chucking area and tossed a pumpkin into his arms. “Come on then. Let’s see what kind of aim angels have.”
“I think I live just fine,” he said softly, getting increasingly more irritated and trying to determine if he could just end this human’s life considering how he was far stronger than any human. But then he knew that taking a life would be frowned upon and decided against it. He did not care to be dragged around by the collar of his coat at all and then be demanded to throw gourds. “Did no one teach you manners, human?”
springtimeinoctober:
“You might not know art, but surely you know beauty?” they asked. Smiling, the spirit leaned in to press a gentle kiss to the angel’s cheek, soft and sweet. “Thank you for helping me, my friend.”
“There are many beautiful things in existence,” he agreed with a nod. He was a little taken a back by the kiss, but it wasn’t completely unwanted and he offered the spirit a small smile. “You are very welcome, spirit. It was fun.”
abirdofpreylh:
“Oh! A photo booth!” Harley picked through the props outside of the booth, humming to herself. Giggling, she chose a long beard, hooking the straps over her ears so the white hair draped over her neck. “Do I look like Santa Claus or what? Or is having a beard not my thing? I know you gotta have the right kinda face for a beard and I just don’t know if it’s me, ya know?” she asked the nearest person.
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The angel took a look at the costume the girl had put on. “Santa Clause is not real,” he pointed out, but after a side look he added, “I would say you have a bit of a Father Time thing going for you, however.” Castiel looked down at the box of props and found a duck beak and attacked it to his face. “How is this?”
wwfhulk:
Comic that he was, Hulk grabbed a few props for Angel, most notably a headband with devil horns. He shoved it on the others head with a satisfied grin. “Angels really don’t have any fun, do they?”
The photo after the horns appeared would likely be with a very disgusted face as he took the horns off, “That is not funny, giant yellow haired human,” he said as another flash went off. “I have plenty of fun. Just because my fun is not your fun does not make it less so. I enjoy sitting in self reflection quite a bit.”
wwfhulk:
“That’s… fair. There’s no one like me,” he agreed, brushing chips out of his mustache. “Oh brother! We can take the hell out of some pictures… pardon the language. Come Angel man.” He grabbed the Angel by the collar and dragged him toward the photo booth. “Pictures and then we go dancing. Surely angels dance.”
“I can see that,” the angel agreed. He gasped as the muscled man grabbed him and pulled him through the areas towards the photo booth. “Alright, I suppose a photo or two wouldn’t hurt,” he agreed as he settled himself into the booth. “Angels do not dance well.”