Slam, Bullzeye: keepin' the dream alive
Someone, at some point, had left Slam unsupervised while browsing the cosplay websites. It was strongly implied Bullzeye had been with him at the time of the incident, likely hovering over his shoulder and pointing at things one, two, and three in eager excitement.
The others had no idea where the costumes originated from, though Streex's initial assumption of, "Dear god, what anime did they walk out of?" hit almost right on the mark, save just which show it had been from.
Bullzeye looked strange without his wings poking out from his back, tucked tightly under the black and white robes, a white scarf around his neck and a long sword tucked into a belt. Trying to school a serious face was failing him, as his mouth kept twitching.
Slam was in more black than Bullzeye, with only peeks of white sticking out from the long coat that somehow managed to fit his bulked form far too well, and comfortably so. Also with a sword on his belt, not of the same hilt design that Bullzeye had though. He was also more the master of keeping a straight face, like he might actually be taking this seriously.
Rip put money on some three figures missing from one Coop Bolton's inheritance pool, that was for sure.
He also put money on them being insane when they started calling each other foreign names and simultaneously shouted, "BANKAI!" while mock fighting for whatever reason.
As long as they were having fun, perhaps?
As long as it makes someone smile, for even a second.
...Okay, now sleep is kicking in. ._. Drat. I know what I'm doing tomorrow morning, dammit.