Tell them Boris sent you!

[toddbaby]

Todd descends the stairs in his usual easy gait, dressed in normal '70s boy clothes. The stripey top, the tight jeans

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[giftedthom]

*Thom walks back into the bar, looking considerably more relaxed than he's been in a long time and grinning for no apparent reason.

He spots Todd and cracks up.*

[toddbaby]

Once Todd's gotten over the initial shock of dildoness, he tries not to freak out about the fact that he's in leather. And studs. And black and red and white.

He whirls around and whipes that shocked expression off his face immediately, replacing it with a grin. "Milo. You're not in costume - what gives?"

[giftedthom]

*Milo's costume is for tomorrow night! Tomorrow night!

Thom blinks.* Why should I be?

[toddbaby]

"Because..." Shit, Todd doesn't know why! But he's a smart boy, so his grin gets wider as he clamps Thom on the shoulder. "Because it's Halloween, you dope. Get changed."

[weallscream]

*Todd gives himself a wolf-whistle.*

Ride 'em!

[toddbaby]

Todd brushes his hair out of his face, recollecting himself slowly.

He turns around, grinning at the familiar voice, some redness in his cheeks. Then he just stops dead, staring.

[weallscream]

Trick?

Or treat.

[toddbaby]

Todd's still staring.

Then a stream of jittery laughter spills through his lips, and he points.

"What the fuck, Casper...!"