Well now I have to ask, don't I friend?
*something that looks suspiciously like a burlap sack meant for loot is held out - and my pirate costume seems to be...full of sand, if the small pile at my feet is anything to go by. Behind me a stands the ominously glowering form of a purple skinned, long suffering mummy, who may or may not have flung us from the UK to Italy via sand tornado at my insistence*
*standing at the entrance you see an undead centaur, his bulking frame crouched to fit through the door's frame. His only eye stares at you for a long uncomfortable moment, before shifting its gaze to the reanimated corpse at your side. They lock eyes, and you notice his muscle stiffen as he assesses whether the mummy could pose any potential harm. The silence is deafening, but he eventually decides that no harm will be done tonight. A friend of a friend is our friend as well, or something like that, he thinks to himself as he calls for my name. After a couple minutes, I finally manage to squeeze between the door and the centaur's shoulder, almost spilling the assorted contents of a cauldron shaped candy bowl all over the porch. You make an effort not to comment on the dark purple dragon onesie I'm wearing*
Thal! I didn't expect a visit, man, I feel so underdressed now...
*I briefly tug on the tail of my costume in shame, but the feeling waves almost intantly, replaced by the joy of being in your presence*
Anyway! Here you go <3c *you wonder how they did that with their voice, but once again no plausible answer came*
Happy Halloween or, even better, ๐๐ฟ๐ช๐ช๐ ๐๐ฟ๐ญ๐ญ๐
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