Finch and DevilLad sat on the stone bench. "So... How come we never see you around school or anything like that?" Finch asked.

DevilLad looked away, "Maybe you're just not lookin' hard enough."

"Mr. Kitty thinks you're a Halloween poacher." Finch said.

DevilLad looked at him, cocking his head to the side. "I don't even know what that is. It sounds cool though."

"It means you're from another town and only show up on Halloween to poach the goods."

"Cool."

They sat in silence for a little while after that. Finch was the curious type and decided to ask again. "Well, are you?"

"Poaching? What do you think?" He asked. Finch thought back to an earlier statement and shook his head.

"Don't know, don't care." He announced, not wishing to say anymore. DevilLad scooted away from Finch. "How old are you?"

DevilLad looked up, "Hm?"

"Well, your voice is all high, like a little kid, but you're mask muffles it so I doubt any of the other guys have noticed it." He replied. DevilLad swooped his legs away from the other side of the bench.

"How old are you?" He asked, slightly defensively.

Finch leaned back, "Soon to be sixteen."

DevilLad looked back at him, "Really?" He asked. Finch nodded. "Me, too." DevilLad answered honestly. He stuffed his hands in the deep pockets of his hoodie.

"No way," Finch exclaimed, "your voice cannot be that high..."

DevilLad turned and looked at him, "I've seen you in school, Finch." Finch cocked his head to the side, as if to say 'Really now?' "No one else has hair that color and that name."

"So, you've seen my face before?" Finch asked. DevilLad nodded. "Do we have any classes together?" He shook his head. "So, you've seen me in school. Have I ever seen you?" He shrugged in reply. "Take off your mask and we can find out." Finch scooted closer to DevilLad when the devil didn't say anything in protest.

Finch extended his hands, placing his fingers on the edge of the red mask. He pulled it up a little and heard DevilLad gasp before jumping back. He landed on the ground with a loud "Oomph!" Finch looked down at him.

"What's your problem?" DevilLad shouted.

"I'm just trying to see if I know you. I don't have a problem. What's yours?" Finch shouted back.

"I'm leaving!" DevilLad screamed, turning and ready jump into a sprint. Suddenly a hand was on DevilLad's wrist. "No you're not." Finch turned DevilLad around to face him. "On the count of three, we'll both take off our masks. Got it?"

"I'm uncomfortable-"

"I didn't ask if you were going to do it. I asked if you understood." Finch growled. DevilLad nodded and sighed.

"You better not laugh or I'll hurt you." He glared from behind his mask. Finch nodded and they both counted aloud.

"One... Two... THREE!"

Finch's mask was off and on the ground. DevilLad was holding the mask, his face covered in shadows. His hood covered his eyes anyways. Finch reached up to grab the hood, but DevilLad jumped back again. "Stop!" He yelled.

Finch jumped at the voice. It was no longer muffled, and very understandable. It was like music to his ears. "Please?" Finch asked. "I promise not to laugh. Even if you're, like, two midgets on stilts in a costume tryna be cool."

DevilLad stepped into the light of the street lamp with a bowed head. Hands went back to pull the hood down, exposing bun of black and blood red highlighted hair. From the size, Finch guessed there was a lot of hair there. "Look at me." Finch commanded gently.

DevilLad reached up and pulled out the hair bow. As hair fell around perfectly, DevilLad looked up at Finch.

"Damn..." Finch whispered.

DevilLad quickly put the mask back on. "You said you wouldn't laugh!"

Finch grabbed DevilLad's shoulder, "No one's laughing here... Why didn't you tell us you were a... girl?"