A/N: I'll apologize for this beforehand, but I'm positively TERRIBLE at writing longer chapters. This'll be kind of a short story, so, there'll be kind of short chapters. Otherwise, I hope we can all have fun with my stupid ideas!
You're starting to bounce on the balls of your feet in anticipation. There'll no trick-or-treating, of course, being that you're 24, and that would be really creepy, but it's still fun to put on a costume; this year you don a bright green and purple suit as the Riddler villain from Batman. Your business partner– and undead best friend– is following a similar theme, but he's going as Two-Face. Speaking of which, you're starting to wonder what's taking him so long with the makeup.
"Are you dooooone yet?" you call out, spinning your cane around and cringing when you accidentally hit the question-mark-shaped end on the wall of your apartment, producing a loud thump.
Your friend's calm voice echos towards you from the bathroom. "Are you certain this stuff will come off easily?"
You nod, then remember he can't see you through walls. Unless he can. You'll have to ask about that later. "Yeah! I told you, Antonio, it comes off without water after however many hours. I forgot. But it'll be fine!" He's worrying about the stuff he's using for the cosmetic part of the costume. He was reluctant to use anything at all at first, being somewhat afraid of water, but you made sure to find something that comes off dry and clean.
After a moment, the door finally squeaks open, and he steps out, looking especially tall in his half-black and half-white suit. You grin. One side of his face is green and stitched up, like usual, but the other looks totally normal! Despite the glowing orange iris, of course. You never noticed before, probably due to the dark circles around his eyes, but he seems to be at least partly Asian. There's another thing you know about him, which makes the short list slightly less so. That darn post-mortem amnesia has prevented any hint as to what his past life may have been like.
"It's great! People won't even look at you strangely, now! They'll think the makeup side is the normal one."
He gives a small nod and a ghost of a smile, which is actually pretty expressive for him. You, in contrast, are grinning like an idiot. You plan to go out and round up your entire group of friends for a Halloween fireworks display being held about an hour and a half from now, at 1 AM. You absolutely can NOT wait! You straighten your back and march out the front door, swinging your plastic cane like the boss you totally are. Seamus shuts the door behind you and follows as you head towards your first stop: Conrad!
You knock on his apartment door with a loud call of Cooonnniiieee! There's a sudden crashing sound, followed by what is quite possibly the most impressive string of curses you've ever heard. The door opens slowly, revealing a pissed-looking armored samurai without a helmet glaring at you behind rectangular glasses. You give him a sheepish smile and a quiet apology. Your deceased companion asks him what the noise was.
"Oh, nothing, nothing really." He begins lightly, giving a totally not-so-genuine smile. "Just a huge stack of plates that I just finished scrubbing clean falling six feet to the hard, tiled kitchen floor because I was given a heart attack by a sudden, loud noise as I was attempting to put them in a cupboard, like a normal person."
You frown slightly. "Actually, I don't think you can have heart attacks anymore, Conrad."
His sarcastic smile turns into an annoyed frown. "WHATEVER. Look, I'm going to go clean up that mess you caused. I'll meet you in a filthy alleyway in like half an hour, sound like a plan?"
You grin once more, nod, and lead your green-tinted companion down the hall towards your next stop.
"We'll see you there! And don't forget your helmet!"
You hear a door slam behind you.
