Thread: Tory & Vaughan
Who: Tory and Vaughan.
When: November 1st. Morning.
Where: Vaughan's apartment.
What: Post-Hallowe'en-ness.



Tory was sprawled out in Vaughan's bed, where he had fallen asleep the night before after eating a whole lot of sugar. He had convinced Vaughan to dress up and go trick-or-treating with him, because he had not had many opportunities for that in his lifetime, and was small enough and cute enough for people not to think he was too old.

Especially when Tory had dressed up as a black cat. With fake cat ears and a tail to go along with his all-black outfit, and black cat paw mittens. He had painted his nose black, and whiskers on his cheeks, and lined his eyes with black liner that flicked out.

And he had fallen asleep in his costume, sprawled out on his back, one mittened hand resting on his chest, whiskers a little smeared by otherwise intact as he slept. There was a little Mars Bar wrapper caught in his hair. It had been a sugar bonanza.