he’d been strong armed into it. there was no way he’d voluntarily commit himself to standing at the peau d’amour’s food stall for half the day let alone be required to dress up. not that it was really much of a costume, but he was already regreting how the faux cat ears were feeling. he’d managed to work them around the outer hardwear of his cochlear implants, but they didn’t sit like they would have on someone else. it, coupled with the noise of the crowd, was making him unbearily grumpy. so there he stood, looking like a sulking cat thanks to the ears, lil fangs, and face painted nose with whiskers. he stood there and gnawed half-heartedly on a gleaming red candy apple as he watched the crowd idly. at least it wasn’t as busy as it had been earlier. at least he had this apple ( even though he couldn’t bite through the candy ).
