She pulled the fox costume tighter around her frame and pondered over Rin's idea of a way to express themselves through their costumes; she sighed.
Izumo moved, the flowing Kimono following behind her, and stared in her reflection, seeing a young woman who looked nearly unsure of herself.
She rolled her eyes but smiled; her reflection reaching out to echo her, smile slowly turning up on her lips.
Izumo moved away from the mirror to find her eyes tracing back over to the door, already imagining whatever Rin and the others would be dressed up as.
Walking into the room, there was a flurry of color; Izumo may have been dressed in mostly white, but the others seemed rather colorful.
Yukio looked glum, wearing a red, probably cheap pair of devil horns on a headband and dressed in a black suit, muttering under his breath what was probably something about his older brother.
Rin was dressed extravagantly in an outfit similar to Amaimon's green one: dark blue on black, almost a bad boy's outfit except for the little hints that he'd used to accent his heritage: black horns that looked half homemade like he'd bought something and modified it with some help.
He looked strangely dashing, but Izumo didn't care nearly as much as Shiemi probably did.
Shiemi was dressed in a bright green dress that ended with a sunflower top that her head peeked out of; she looked like a sunflower princess, and it was a stunning image with her short, blond hair and bright green eyes.
Renzou was dressed in a black suit with a red tie, cool looking shades masking his eyes, and a nearly silver briefcase in his arms: a spy.
Ryuuji was dressed in long white robes, nearly matching Izumo perfectly, and wondered how they'd managed to find the perfect ensemble to match; his hair was perfectly combed back and looked pristine other then the persistent streak of blond in his hair.
Miwa was dressed in long, gold and black robes, a bright contrast in the room.
Izumo's eyes were drawn back to Ryuuji, and she moved to greet the man that she'd already fallen in love with, stepping past the rest of her friends to greet him and let his arms loop around her.
She relaxed in his warm embrace and leaned forward to lightly kiss him, no desire to push for more when they had the rest of their lives to savor little kisses like this.
Rin had started off their party of course, finger less gloved hands already gesturing them over to a dunk for apples stand, some sweets that he'd baked, and the rest of the room for the party; it was probably over the top, but she'd already anticipated Rin doing something like this.
She found herself unsurprised though not excited when Rin started dragging them off to go Trick or Treating as the evening turned to dark; he seemingly had boundless energy.
Izumo rolled her eyes, but relaxed into Bon's arms, watching as Rin was the main one to actually go and collect candy.
No one seemed to mind that the cheerful, half human had shown up at their door, chiming that easy phrase and making her wonder how many people even knew that he was fifteen years old.
She figured that she just may smile and enjoy the evening as an evening as relaxed as this one was rare to come by for the group of Exwires.