Turbo was looking through costumes in the costume shop of a sims store. He brushed a few aside looking for the perfect costume that would aid in him lurking around GCS better with out being caught. "Not this one" He huffed as he flung it aside. He still wore his racer garb thanks to his pride. He refused to wear any thing else. "No this one isn't TUrboTastic enough" He mumbled to himself as he tossed that one aside and went to look in a box at some of the stuff.
Citrusella was looking for a positively perfect Halloween costume. The last couple Halloweens hadn’t been the best--finding out her whole life was a sham, almost succumbing to a contagious corruption, almost reinfecting herself with said corruption...--so she was thinking of branching out into a different costume type than she’d worn in previous years. She picked up a “Deathcore Toddler” costume, then sighed and put it back down. She didn’t even know what she wanted to be this year, and Halloween was right around the corner!
She was so distracted by her indecisive worry that she didn’t notice the other racer--yet.
