Costume parties weren’t really something you found often in May but there they were, wandering around the streets of NYU dressed up like natives. Wait, does it count if it’s heritage.. sort of.. for one of you? It doesn’t matter. She wasn’t exactly dressed traditionally anyway. More.. inspired by. And likely far too giddy to show off her latest.. endowments. Her pink Mohawk had been braided down tight to her head, long extensions taking that plait to nearly her waist, while the wire of her ever-present earbuds was mostly tucked out of site down the back of her shirt, leading to where the nano rested on her armband – the only real thing out of theme with her getup.
She bounced along beside Raven. Truthfully, when she gave it thought, the entire thing was in very, very bad taste, and she was undoubtedly wary of the host, considering the history between the gods and their respective people. But it never once showed on her face. A party was a party, right? She found somewhere to place the brownies that had been shaped with cookie cutters into hearts and stars and other sickeningly cute things, looking up to the dark-haired trickster she had come with. She swished from side-to-side, sending the faux-fur pompoms on her boots swishing.