Emre finally spat out the fake fangs because, fake fangs on top of real fangs? Not very comfortable. He really hadn't thought this costume through, had he? Sometimes Emre felt he needed a keeper, but only for the unimportant stuff like, say, Halloween costumes. Given his obvious mutation, he had never seen the point of dressing up. Enough people treated him like a monster in his daily life. Perhaps he should have used the image inducer and gone as a baseline human.
Nah.
The devil was so much more fun. Especially since he'd ran into his ex, who had left him for, in his own words, looking like the devil. The horrified look on the guy's face had made the cold and discomfort worth his while. It sucked that his friend hadn't been there to enjoy it with him. Jeez, Emre. Now you even got girls standing you up! Bad form, lad. Bad form, he thought, thoroughly amusing himself in the process.
Two unruly kids came barreling through, shrieking with laughter. It was the only warning Emre got, and he jumped back out of the way to avoid being mowed down. Although with his build and weight, it was more likely he would have harmed the kids than the other way around. Unfortunately, this sent all six-foot four and two hundred and twenty-six pounds of draconic young man devil on a headlong (or, butt first to be exact) collision course with the new girl with experimental hair.
"Sonofa... Watch where you're going, brats!" he called out after them just before he lunged back out of the way. He never saw Zoey with her turkey leg and soda there.