Day 07 - Cosplaying

"So, why do I have to come with you again?" asked Mariku and shoved a grape into his mouth.

"I don't want to go alone."

"And why do I have to dress up, too?"

"I don't have the guts to do it alone."

"There are a bunch of freaks," Mariku ate more grapes, "you're not alone."

"But I want you to come with me. Please Mariku." Malik took Mariku's hand and looked at him pleadingly. "Without you, I'm afraid."

Mariku sighed. "I hope I get a cool costume at least."

"Well," Malik sat down at the table next to Mariku and flipped open his laptop, "I don't know what we could do, yet. I want something that fits together." Mariku moved closer. "What do you think about superheroes? Avengers are quite popular at the moment."

"Oh, I want to be Iron Man!" Mariku said immediately. "That is exactly my style."

"And how do you think we get his suit? That won't be easy. And who should I be then?"

"Well, his chick." Mariku replied, shrugging.

"I was more thinking of Thor and Loki." Mariku stroked his hair back to copy Loki's hairstyle. Malik began to laugh. "Well, perhaps something else would be better."

"Why?"

"You look really stupid with this hairstyle." Malik grinned, stroked Mariku's hair and ruffled it. "We need someone who has a similar hairstyle." Malik looked at his boyfriend musing. "Chewbacca! And I do Han Solo."

"Are you crazy? If anything, I do Han Solo," he grinned at Malik, "and you are Princess Leia."

"Why do you want me to dress as a girl all the time?"

Mariku looked at his boyfriend. "Why not? How about a maid dress?"

Malik punched Mariku in the shoulder. "Certainly not!"

"But Jedi would be cool." Mariku stood up and swung an invisible sword.

"But that's simple." Malik didn't look happy. "Random Jedi are boring."

"They have light sabers, that's not boring at all!" said Mariku indignant and sat back in his chair.

"Okay, let's rather look at anime. Evangelion is also pretty popular."

"What?"

"Neon Genesis Evangelion," said Malik and searched the Internet for pictures. He turned the laptop to Mariku. "This."

"Suits?"

"Suits."

This put a wide grin on Mariku's lips. "You, in such a skin-tight, really, really skin-tight, suit?"

Malik turned the laptop back. "No Suits. Definitely no suits."

"Oh come on," begged Mariku still grinning. "It would be really hot."

"No," said Malik and darted an angry glance at Mariku. "Let's find something else."

"I'll stay at home." Malik sighed and closed the laptop. "We didn't find anything." He crossed his arms over his chest. They spent the whole evening trying to find matching costumes, but they couldn't agree on anything.

Mariku flipped through the TV guide. "I know what we're doing." he said suddenly.

"What?"

Mariku looked at Malik and smiled. "Secret."

"But nothing skin-tight."

"Promise."

Mariku looked at himself. "Orange isn't my color."

"Nonsense." Malik beamed with joy. "You look fantastic!" He embraced him enthusiastically. "That was such a great idea! Sakuma and Genda are perfect! And they fit together so well."

"I have orange stripes on my cheeks," muttered Mariku. As he flicked through the TV guide, he had read about Inazuma Eleven and remembered how they had both followed the anime. Malik had wanted something matching and Sakuma and Genda were just right for them.

"You look great and it suits you so well."

"You look a bit scary with only one eye, though."

Malik grinned. "I think it's cool. I've got an eye patch."

"But these gloves," Mariku put the football on the ground and looked at his hands. He wore goalkeeper gloves. "I can't feel anything. How am I supposed to touch you like this?"

Malik kissed him comfortingly. "Poor boy, but you look really hot in this shirt." He kissed Mariku again. "And now help me go down those stairs. My field of vision is a bit limited." Mariku picked up the football and took Malik by the hand.