You want scary? Come and get it Who: Red & Rasmus What: Halloween shopping When: Tuesday, Oct 2 - late Where: A random grocery store thing Rating: TBD (probably high, he has a bad mouth) Status: Complete
We move like shadows in the night
The atmosphere was a touch quieter than he would’ve imagined considering it was now, officially, October. Though, it was a Tuesday and pushing the later parts of the evening. Most people were in bed, having supper, spending time with their families in preparation of the next day. Red was lucky if he could roll out of bed without falling out of it most days. Any family he had was across the country in California and what little he saw of them (his mother would commit murder if he didn’t at least show up for Thanksgiving once in a while) was enough to keep him out of the realm of starting anything on his own.
Ghosts tended to haunt you if you gave them the opportunity. He wasn’t interested in dwelling on the what was; the divorce had been messy and fortunately any talk about kids had come and gone as fast as the autumn breeze.
Halloween was one his favorite holidays (next to Christmas, he was selfish and he admitted it freely) and nothing was going to damper his spirits. Pumpkin fluttered through the air. A scent he always had time to pause and inhale. Damn he loved this time of year.
Standing in the aisle designed to lure in customers with the promise of looking fabulous for any trick-or-treating, parties, or overall shenanigans, Red browsed silently through the wares. Oddly, he was standing with his feet almost shoulder width apart for no reason other than it was comforting, that shocking red hair tucked haphazardly into a knitted beanie.
Chewing at his lip, he leaned forward, plucked a pig mask from one of the hooks, sliding it onto his face. It smelled like vomit and cheap plastic. He giggled, and fished a mobile device out of tight purple skinny jeans, fumbling with the camera through the awkward eye holes. Finally getting the thing to cooperate he held it up, peering at himself in the mask. He had one similar to it already, hell he probably had a hundred masks or more for no particular reason at all other than the spirit of the holiday.
“Mmm,” he began, humming to himself.
After another moment the mask was swept off carefully, set back onto its spot from the exact place he’d gotten it from (who wanted to be that person?) and he selected another. A wolf mask that sported a mane of dark hair. Another soft giggle as he flipped the thing around on his hand to better look at the facial features. Was that what he looked like? He had never seen his own reflection as anything other than a man before. It wasn’t something he particularly enjoyed thinking about —
— hey hot stranger, i turn into a mindless murdering wolf, can I have your number please?
— yeah, no. He didn’t want to tantalize that avenue of speculation.
The wolf mask went back to the shelf in favor of better, safer things.