Re: Delphine and Open - House Ladon
“Are you - are you dressed as Herr Cavanaugh?”
The voice slathered in disbelief, amusement, and a pronounced German accent. Its accompanying expression was harder to decipher due to their costume: a full scale space suit with a closed helmet. A fanged jack-o-lantern face was painted over the dark visor. There was an unopened Coke bottle clutched in one mitt.
The makeshift astronaut half-sat, half-fell next to Delphine. The visor slid up, revealing a bemused Fisher.
“That man, he is a terror. Sometimes I think he is the ghost of all past student failures come to haunt us. But then I think, nein, his shoes are too nice.”
While talking, Fisher had been making an effort to open her Coke with heavily mitted fingers. Unfortunately, it was like trying to thread a needle with her toes.
She held out the can. "Help, bitte? My drink is problematic."