♰ Frater Imperator ♰

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Starting today! Consider me cooler Santa.

I hear her! She is awake somewhere. No??

The red dress woman?!

Like little tiny bells. That must mean it is time.

Safe to…

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I heard it in the halls today …

*Her deep blush is pretty on her skin, he thinks, and wonders how else…*

Are you often a visitor of the sofas of past Papas? Though— I am cooler than even a Papa now. The boss. You know.

*Smooth. He resists a grimace at himself.*

Sort of a big deal.

I am, eh…

*He crunches his brows a little and shifts in a dramatic sort of way. His hand rests at her waist, then slides to trail along her side. The warmth of her thigh over his is very, very welcome.*

Sì, I think I am comfortable. Settled in just right. +

Va bene! Va bene va bene. Good idea.

*His brows relax as he comes down from the adrenaline of the scare. Unimpressed by the ‘boo.’ Annoying! It annoys him.*

Sì, and heading home now.

*He eyes Perpetua, face bare for a change. His hand lowers from his chest.*

What are you doing? Following people around the halls?

Is it safe now?

You’re over 50, you no longer “hide it well”

For serious? For shizzle?

A caterpillar?

Blah! I should have gone with that.

Are the rest given as freely as this one?

Frankenstein’s bride? Bellissima.

This is the treat they are talking about in the trick or treat.

You are much more than a pumpkin, eh?

Hm! Hm, hm, hm. Teeth and all? You are close.

Are you being the Mad Hatter?

Porca puttana!

*He trips over his own feet and skips a step as he turns with the sudden voice behind him. Perpetua! Creeping along behind him like some kind of…*

Fuck! What are you doing?

A fairy godfather.

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Ha! Hmm… Your costume is being a bit weird?

Guess! Take a guess.

How weird?

*His head almost turns to look over his shoulder, the feeling… A strange prickling along his shoulders. It almost makes him wonder where… In his room, probably. Reading. Or praying. Half of himself hopes for the latter, and he forgets the urge to check behind him as he rounds the corner.*

*His eyes slowly scan the hallways around him as he walks through. Noting anything he may have missed during his walkthroughs, or anything out of place. It all seems fine, fine. More than fine.*

Hallow-spooky.

*He reaches to flick a black plastic spider from the stairs banister mid-step.* +

*There is some kind of something in the air, but… he sees nothing so he continues on walking, straightening his collar with a self-righteous huff. A long day but a productive one.*