He'd been headed back to the cabin after a walk through the old town when his phone had buzzed--
Happy Halloween! Please enjoy the small celebration set up in the Keep.
... well... okay? They'd done shit a couple nights ago or whatever, but more shit was cool. He stood for a second, wondering if costumes were gonna be a thing, then his phone went off again. "Calm your tits, Sydney," he grumbled at it. Sydney? Sure, that was the phone's name now. He was usually that one lone weirdo that didn't name their devices, no reason to hamper change at this juncture. And of course it was Sin. Who else? Unfair statement, this Riley girl might wind up a friend.
Rgr. I'll just grab costume. Uh. Want me to bring eyeliner too? That was about the best he could figure to nudge in redoing his costume without saying PAINT MY FACE AND MAKE ME PRETTY.
Then again, if she gave him any shit? There was no guarantee he wouldn't just say that.