continued from cameron's open starter (@pynkheat)
"You know what's scarier than your costume? Your confidence," Cameron joked, matching the low rumble in Mack's voice with a curve of his own smile. "But I'm always up for a challenge."
He leaned in—mirroring Mack's move, then looked down, as if he needed a refresher. White tank top, blood-red suspenders, green cargo shorts, and hiking boots. He was covered in fake dirt, and a NASA patch had been ironed to his shirt. He looked back up at Mack and pointed to the patch. "Lost Mars rover," Cameron said, eyebrows raised, waiting for a sign of recognition. "I keep getting lost at parties; figured I'd lean in. And the suspenders are purely for aerodynamic purposes." He grinned, tilting his head. "You get it?"