Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

[myownface]

You know, for a guy who went to school for costume design, who absolutely loved this damn holiday, you'd think that Sparkle would have put some mad effort into getting his costume done in time for today. But between worrying about Atton and being a weasel for like a week, any of his really worthwhile Halloween prep time had kind of fallen to the wayside.

So he was at work dressed as himself, but three years younger, donning an old studded jacket he hadn't worn in forever, spiking his hair as best as he was able considering it was so much shorter than it used to be, wearing the dark eye make-up. And he had his stuffed black cat clinging to his shoulder, pretending it was Velcro.

There. Costume complete. This entire month had been an absolute clusterfuck and so many plans had fallen to the wayside as a result, but at least he'd managed that much.

Anyway, he was here, and he had the little soap packages that Fenris put together last week to hand out if anybody stopped by to trick-or-treat. Maybe during his break he'd go buy a shitload of those sticky toffee candies and see how many he could eat before his teeth tried to escape his head.

Halloweeeeeeen.

[OOC: Open! Hi, my month got away from me and I've lost my miiiind.]

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[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan had also done his lazy best for a costume, except he was killing two birds with one stone. He'd promised Sparkle that he'd play dress-up for him. One set of armor a few weeks ago, and now he'd donned a full set of dress blues for the occasion.

He'd made a small face at them - it had slipped his mind that he had four bars on the shoulder now, instead of the three he was used to seeing. That aside, full blues including the hat and properly shined shoes were walking into PYP with both hands full of froofy coffee drinks.

"Morning," Kaidan greeted, "Happy Halloween."

Priorities: Sparkle's drink was handed to him before Kaidan began his once-over of the goth look.

[myownface]

"Happy Halloween," Sparkle said, reaching to take that drink and looking Kaidan up and down really thoroughly. "I like it. Never wear anything else."

Apparently, he approved.

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan laughed and sipped his own coffee, "Nah. I'm more comfortable in cargo pants and t-shirts. I did promise, and this seemed as good an occasion as any to dust it off."

He eyed Sparkle again, "So this is how you used to dress?" They'd discussed it the week prior but the look was a little different in regular clothing instead of the outfit Jack had sent.

[myownface]

"More or less, yeah," Sparkle agreed with a shrug. "Most of that old shit doesn't fit anymore, and I threw out all my torn jeans, like, a year ago anyway. But spikes, studs, whatever shitty clothing I can tear a pair of sleeves from..."

He looked much better without sleeves these days than he had at nineteen. That had been a weird rush of shit to the brain this morning before he'd pulled on his old jacket.

[spectre_alenko]

"You should definitely show Hernando," Kaidan grinned at him. "This would definitely meet with Jack's approval."

He examined the makeup. "I dig the eye makeup. It makes the green look poisonous."

A beat.

"Which, er, is a compliment. You said before it was supposed to be a dangerous look."

[myownface]

"Taken as such," Sparkle replied, grinning a little. "There would be a kickass superpower, right there. Poison eyes."

Look, he'd been on the island long enough that he knew both that it was totally possible it could happen someday, and that he was never going to be lucky enough for it to happen to him.

[spectre_alenko]

"Maybe I should have used 'venom'," Kaidan mused, "Because you're certainly capable of giving that kind of glare."

Not that either poison or venom sounded like the kind of super power he'd ever want. He'd be killing people by accidentally meeting their eyes or something.

"Did you bring the glow in the dark stuff?"

[myownface]

"Of course I did," Sparkle agreed, ducking behind the counter and then surfacing again with a kit of nail supplies. "Ghosts today, right?"

[spectre_alenko]

"Absolutely. It'll really make the outfit," Kaidan deadpanned.

Then he grinned.

"And I want little glow in the dark ghosts on my fingers, damnit. It'll look cool when I'm handing out candy."

[myownface]

Sparkle set down his drink and went for a rummage. Black polish, glow polish...

Ghosts really didn't need much more than that.

"It'll look totally badass," he agreed, smiling crookedly. "I'll probably just do mine in black. It'll finish the look."

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan put a hand on the counter for him. He thought about the nail polish. "Can you do a chromed black? I feel like the color should speak of razors or knives or something."

Setting his coffee down, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his knife. A flick of his wrist snapped it open to display the matte-black handle and blade. The edge was a slice of silver sharpened so well it looked polished.

He shrugged. "Like that."

[myownface]

Sparkle considered the knife, looking thoughtfully at it before going back for another rummage.

"Lookit you, getting all fancy," he teased, pulling out a powder and inspecting it thoughtfully. "We can do chrome, we have that technology, don't worry."

[spectre_alenko]

"I meant yours, not mine," Kaidan laughed, folding the knife and putting it away one-handed. "I only need ghosts."

[sharp_man]

Their party may have fallen through, but Hannibal had no intention of letting Sparkle have a lonely Halloween.

He stepped into the store, looked at Sparkle, and raised an eyebrow. "There's a look I've not seen for a while."

[myownface]

"My costume this year," Sparkle explained, smiling crookedly. "A younger, stupider me."

And how.

[sharp_man]

Hannibal chuckled. "The first you that I met. How does it feel to put it back on?"

He came in and set a box on the counter; it was filled with homemade chocolates and candies, his own version of "trick or treat".

[myownface]

"Weird," Sparkle admitted, smiling crookedly. "I mean, it hasn't even been all that long since the last time I did this, but my face has changed enough since, you know? And if I take off the jacket and look at myself in the mirror, my arms are all wrong."

He'd had stupid little noodle arms back in school. He'd done enough training under Atton and Leto and so on since that 'noodle arms' was no longer the case. Kind of like how he'd grown into his own jaw a little. Traded in gaunt cheekbones for a stronger jawline.

[sharp_man]

"You've grown," Hannibal noted, smiling a little. "It's not surprising your old outfits no longer quite fit."

[myownface]

"Growing's weird," Sparkle decided. "I mean, not like I haven't been doing that my whole life or anything, but... I mean. The person I was when I was this was in a completely different place, too."

[sharp_man]

"Strange to revisit it now?" Hannibal surmised. "So much has changed. Even the island agrees, and has altered its transformation of you."

[myownface]

"To a stinky weasel who eats garbage," Sparkle noted, rolling his eyes. "Thanks a lot, Fandom."

[sharp_man]

"To a resourceful creature capable of living on its own," Hannibal corrected. "Although I do sincerely hope that your eating habits were left behind with your tiny bow tie."

Otherwise, he was happy to help with that.

[myownface]

"I'm proud to say I haven't eaten a single deep-fried pickle since the homecoming carnival," Sparkle reported.

Because what. Ew.

[sharp_man]

"Pleased to hear it," Hannibal said. Because seriously?

He gestured at the box he'd put down. "And I hope you'll see this as an improvement. Some Halloween candies for you."

[myownface]

Sparkle looked at the box and then smiled lopsidedly.

"Trying to give me a sense of good taste when it comes to Halloween candy, huh?"