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"Is that supposed to be a costume?”
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starter for: @finneassullivan where: thrill-o-ween, october 28th
"Is that supposed to be a costume?”
─── starter for @finneassullivan
HAUNTED HAYRIDE, HALLOWEEN ─── It wasn’t so much that Nima was easily scared, it was more to do with the fact that she had a Native American spirit. Ghosts were a real thing, not something to be messed with and make a mockery of. Halloween was fun, the costumes and pumpkin carving and the dance parties were a good time. Anything that involved a haunting? Yeah, that creeped her out a little. If Finn wasn’t so convincing she wouldn’t be about to do this haunted tour with him. Actors had a tendency to jump out at you on these sorts of things and Nima was sure her reaction might be to throw a punch. She’d grown up homeless, you had to react in the blink of an eye. “Are you sure about this?” Soft, somewhat pleading eyes looked all the way up at Finn. “I can protect you should something scary happen,” she teased lightly, deflecting, “I just don’t want you to end up with nightmares.”
closed for: @finneassullivan
where: sulley’s tavern
“Wow,” DJ says as he looks his friend up and down in an obvious manner once he had finally arrived at the all too familiar bar, feigning some sort of aghast shock at his utterly normal appearance. “You really did mean it when you said you weren’t dressing up for me. Not a single bell, not a single whistle.”
With a hand clutched to his chest, it’s not certain DJ would ever recover from this.
( Until he does, fourteen seconds later. )
“You’re lucky you’re offensively attractive even when you’re dressed like a depressed straight man styled you on the Sims.” He pulls up a stool and sits himself at the bar, peering over at the array of booze they offered as if he hasn’t been there several times. “Has Matt taken my cocktail suggestions on board yet? My handwritten on a napkin recommendations could truly elevate this place.”