Room 402, Sunday Evening

[boho_to_be]

Christian's problem with the Rock Star costume kit he'd picked up at Holiday Grove earlier that week was that there was not very much to it. Oh, there was a pair of snug-fitting trousers made of what seemed to be some kind of mock leather -- but besides that, there was only a shaggy wig, a bottle of some foul-smelling liquid that seemed to be

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[angelo_wings]

Rinoa was on her way downtown for trick-or-treating, but the door was open and ... okay, and she couldn't possibly pass up shirtless Christian. So sue her.

"... You look amazing," she said, lingering in the doorway with a smile.

[boho_to_be]

"Thank you," Christian said, glancing away from the mirror with a tiny smile. "The instructions say to put on the eyeliner, but I'm afraid if I do that I'll poke my eye out. Can you --?"

he gestured her to come in. "And I've never seen such a beautiful demon."

[angelo_wings]

"Sure," she said, reaching for the pencil with a laugh. "I think everyone pokes themselves a few times until they get the hang of it."

She reached up to tilt his face to where she had the best angle possible, flushing slightly. "And thank you," she said, demurely. "Do you know what a 'succubus' is?"

Because she didn't. She just thought the outfit was cute.

[boho_to_be]

Christian blushed a deep rose that only had a little to do with the strain of not blushing under her close contact. Evidently, he did know.

"Yes?" he said hesitantly. "Any particular reason you picked the costume?"