Mykael was the perfect costumer; there was no store, yard sale, or antique shop that he walked away from empty handed. For now he’s got no cart, but a wide brimmed cowboy hat sitting lazily on his head as he sifts through endless possibilities of costumes. He had been talking aloud for a few minutes before realizing Xander had snuck away. He was almost upset until the other appeared in front of him “I think you look fucking great, but I can’t wear a hat if you’re going to wear one.. Is’ like a rule or something” he chided despite giving Xan another once over. He made a face and pointed to the item sitting on top of his hair. How did he make this ridiculously cheap outfit look worth a million bucks? Myke was half-way jealous, but still honest- The fangs had to go only in context with the outfit “Save em for later cause’ babe all you need is one of those-” he trails off snapping his fingers together as if that’ll help jog his memory and it does somehow. The word he’d been looking for miraculously jumps to the forethought “Monocle. You need a monocle or maybe ditch the hat go for a half mask like the Phantom of the opera?”
Xander nearly pouted when Myke said something about the hat. He loved the hat honestly but as always, Xan was willing to compromise, especially since the other seemed attached to that cowboy hat, which was way too big but he just rolled his eyes. "I've never heard that rule," he said, tugging the hat off his head and shook his head. "I'm not wearing a mask, my face is way too pretty to be covered up by anything, thank you very much. You look good with the hat though so I'm willing to forgo being the vampire tuxedo mask so you can be a cowboy."
