Halloween was a special time for the Neophytes and Elders alike. Larxene could scare the shit out of everyone, Marluxia always felt oddly superior in his costumes, Axel and Roxas got to hang out and have fun in and match and no one gave them shit. Xemnas seemed more at ease than normal, Saix also seemed more at ease, in an insane and scarily Larxene-like childish way. Xigbar and Xaldin got drunk and decorated, flinging fake spiderwebs and ordering Dusks and Heartless to hide about. Vexen drug himself from his labs and allowed whoever to force him into some sort of costume, and Zexion and Lexaeus took a quick vacation to Halloween Town to enjoy the festivities.
Demyx loved Halloween but felt oddly out of place during it. He enjoyed ubscure music and movies, ones he remember the plotline of from when he had a heart (Zexion said that he must have 'adored them as a Somebody and memorized every line, idiotic boy'). His costumes were strange, and no one but him really understood them.
Demyx smoothed his hair down over his face a bit more, straightening his vest once more. He rolled up the sleeves of his yellow suit coat, popping the black collar of his red shirt. His tennis shoes were perfect, and watch was in place. He cracked his knuckles and walked out into the common room.
Axel and Roxas were curled up with smoking, frothing blood red hot chocolate, curtisy of Xaldin, and wore outfits of some characters from some manga. (Axel looked pretty normal other then the goggles, and Demyx wondered how exactly he got Roxas into the leather hooker outfit.)
Vexen had a headband of feathers around his head and his hair was braided, and Xigbar and Xaldin (dressed as a stripper that comes out of a cake -complete with frosting smears- and catboy respectively) where laughing hysterically, and slurred about 'Pochahontis'. Saix and Xemnas weren't dressed up, but Xemnas had humoured the Drunks, wrapping himself in and Saix in a large white blanket, and told them they were ghosts.
Zexion and Lexaeus weren't costumed, but had sorta dressed up, Zexion simply in a sweatervest and his reading glasses, and Lexaeus wearing a tight cream sweater, and black scarf with little cream colored skulls. They grinned over at Superior and portaled off quickly.
Larxene sat in a large dress, paler than normal and hair in ringlets, she was covered in fake blood and sat perfectly hunched, head cocked to the side, eyes wide and lips curled in a perfect smile. She scared the shit out of Demyx, more so than usual.
Marluxia was looking cocky and laid sideways over a large chair, crown on his head and purple, fur-lined cape draped around him. He was talking to Larxene, smirking around at the other members. Luxord was closest to the door, fedora on his head and in a pinstripe suit, classically gangster.
"'Ello, Ducky." Luxord grinned as Demyx walked into the room, and the blonde turned, gaping at him.
"How did you know?" Demyx stared at Luxord with wide, happy eyes and a goofy grin. Luxord stared back, and opened his mouth to explain, but Demyx was already rambling away,
"No one, ever knows who I am, and Ducky is my favorite character ever! And I didn't really like Pretty In Pink, because she totally ruined that dress, the one the kickass record store chick gave her for prom, and she totally shoulda been with Ducky not that rich dickhead guy, and-" Luxord watched with a small smile as Demyx glanced over at Roxas and Axel in the middle of his ramble, "-Will you be my Molly Ringwald, Luxord, please?"
The kid looked so cute in his weird costume, who apparently was named 'Ducky', that he couldn't say no.
"Of course I will. But I am not dressing up like a girl." Demyx squealed and launched himself into Luxord's lap, too excited to blush. Luxord just chuckled and placed a kiss on the top of Demyx's lap, shaking his head.