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Orpheus doesn't really do Halloween. It's not that he dislikes it particularly. It's just that he never got into it.
As such, he's not immediately certain why when he walks into the bar today, his clothes change into something he hasn't worn in a very, very long time. Even his guitar is changed back to its original form, golden lyre strapped across his back.
He takes it in stride, though, and when he steps up to the bar, he smiles in amusement. "Special occasion, lovely?"
As such, he's not immediately certain why when he walks into the bar today, his clothes change into something he hasn't worn in a very, very long time. Even his guitar is changed back to its original form, golden lyre strapped across his back.
He takes it in stride, though, and when he steps up to the bar, he smiles in amusement. "Special occasion, lovely?"