With a smile full of excitement, a little girl wearing a cute black cat outfit knocked the door gently with her small and delicate hands, as she saw that the door was open, Hikari stretched out her hands showing a paper bag. "Trick or treat?" She asked softly.
“—Obasan, door!”
Silence.
“… Obasan? … Obasan.” Fingers remain hovering over the keyboard, before settling down. A tired sigh escapes his lips. “Come on, I’m just a couple paragraphs away from finishing this and I don’t want to lose my focus; please answer the door for m—”
The door bell rings, followed by another faint knock.
“Tsk… Never mind, I’m up.” A click of his tongue, he tears his eyes away from the essay on-screen and pushes himself up from his desk, tucking his computer glasses into his breast pocket as he walked out of his room.
Being greeted by the sight of his aunt sleeping on the couch, arm draped over the armrest and head lolled back, wasn’t something he’d anticipated, but neither was he surprised. A sweeping glance over the mess of empty cans of beer and opened packs on the table was enough for him to make a face at it all. Had he really been staying in his room for that long? His organized disposition just compels him to clean that up.
“—Yeah?” he mutters as he opens the door to his apartment somewhat, eyes focused ahead of him— and for just a mere second the look on his face morphs into puzzlement, before he shifts his gaze downward.
“Trick or treat?”
Well. He certainly hadn’t prepared for this either.
Eyebrows raise as he stares at the bag. Celebrating Halloween with a party was one thing, but he thought it to be uncommon to follow the old tradition around these parts. Unlike where he once stayed in the US. But really, a young child trick-or-treating by herself? That in itself was odd enough for him. And rather unsafe, even if it was only around the apartment’s hallways.
Trailing his gaze back to the girl’s face, he purses his lips, letting out a slow exhale through his nose as his hand leaves the doorknob. “Wait right here,” was all he said to the little girl before turning to face the kitchen.
What exactly was he doing? He wasn’t even sure if he had any sweets and candies stocked up; he never really cared for them much. But—… His eyes spot the pack of bite-sized chocolate candy bars on the table. Approaching it, he scoops up a handful. Huh. Pretty convenient. Hope the kid liked nuts.
Long easy strides back to the door, chocolates in hand, and he stops before the girl once more, looking over her form. “Here you go, kid.” But right as he was about to hand over the treats and let her be on her way, an offhand idea came to mind. Hm. Seeing as he won’t be getting around finishing his essay soon (considering the other piece of work he had to attend to; namely the mess), why not entertain the cute kid a little.
And so he crouches down to her level instead, arm over his knee with the candies still in his grasp. “But before that…” A faint, lighthearted smirk on his face grew.
“Show me a trick first.”
