“i don’t like candy, can i have money instead?” @ megumi 😔
“ beggars can't be choosers. ” gaze is an unimpressed squint: a comical sight when he who bears the scowl is barely waist height to the object of his scorn. children are sensitive things, quick to skitter from the door at approaching footsteps, their parents a shield from the jaws of the world. megumi has never been afforded that kindness, that instinctual fear of things bigger than oneself conquered of necessity.
but in spite of posturing, his tells are chubby cheeks and round eyes: old enough to declare his maturity in rejecting all things halloween, young enough to be shoved into a pumpkin costume regardless. any authority he has over the contents of the candy bowl diminished by green stemmed hat, megumi reluctantly bites back another verbal jab. “ besides, trick or treating is for kids, not for adults. adults don't like candy. ”
unless you're satoru, who plucks the good treats out of their buckets and leaves him and tsumiki to trade raisins and circus peanuts. nose scrunches at the idea, loathe to have his haul picked at yet another year. fushiguro family's candy bowl held in small hands, megumi raises it in offering once more, managing one last comment. he'll take any excuse for a verbal spar, and the joke is low hanging fruit. “ if you want money, why don't you get a job ? that way you wouldn't have to ask a kid for change. ”
