So Emre had gotten Ata's note that she'd decided to go home for the holiday at the last minute. He had sulked for a while. It would have been so hot for her to go as an angel to his devil but, oh well. Since he was now Legacy and there were underaged kids in the premises, he nixed his original idea to go pretty much in a thong and body paint. It would have been unseemly. Besides, the very idea of wearing a thong was enough to make him break out in hives.
So he wore a pair of cutoff black leather shorts he had salvaged out of an otherwise shredded and ruined uniform, black army boots and a leather harness as a top. A gaudy red forked tail hung low from the back of the harness. Wide black leather cuffs completed the ensemble. Emre affixed great red horns to his forehead and went heavy on the black eyeliner. He then added some honest to goodness fangs and looked in the mirror. When he was able to stop giggling like a fool, he had to admit it was a hot ensemble and headed out to the common area.
And okay, this had been so much fun on paper, but he'd forgotten a tiny detail. For a mutant whose kryptonite was the cold, he sure had planned a summery kind of costume. Sure, the devil togs may look hot on him, but he wasn't feeling very hot at all. Thank God he hadn't taken out the thermal emitters from the uniform shorts. He was haunting the main lawn, and eating like there was no tomorrow to keep his basal body temperature up.
"The old devil's gonna have to go fetch a jacket very soon," he mumbled softly to himself. He felt like he had goosebumps all over from the chilly air.