“i’ve spent a good amount of time thinking, but i can’t think of one halloween costume that’s... me.” as a habit his finger begins to tap along his tricep, tongue swiping quickly over his chapped lips ( terribly, terribly chapped lips ). “i can barely think of an idea in the first place. all that’s coming to mind is dressing up as a tree, and i don’t want any reminiscence from primary school.” a concoction of a snort and a laugh leaves his lips. “maybe you could be the tree. or help me, at least.”










