Notes: Just a short little interlude inspired by Halloween. And possibly, in a roundabout way, by a dream that involved cruise ships.

Shilo peered intently into the mirror, drawing a careful arch of an eyebrow on her face with a dark blue pencil. Habit made her feather the lines, giving the illusion that the eyebrows were real and not just drawn on with expensive waterproof eyeliner. She was so intent on her task that she didn't notice that Graverobber was standing behind her until he plucked the pencil from her hand and spun her around to finish her left eyebrow for her.

Shilo's jaw dropped. She stared.

"Close your mouth, kid. You'll swallow a fly."

Shilo closed her mouth but continued to stare. "Graverobber?" she asked, just to be certain that the man she was looking at was actually him and not some bizarre apparition that had appropriated his approximate shape. The man standing in front of her in her bathroom has the same features, the same body language, but he's dressed like a businessman in a very classy suit, hair neatly tied back to disguise the random rainbows of colour. She suspected he might have even applied foundation to his skin to make himself appear less pale. The result is completely shocking. She's not sure she likes it.

"You look like a goldfish," he said, which made her realise that she was gaping again. "I suppose I can take your stunned silence as approval."

"You look... respectable."

"I try."

"Where did you get that suit?" Shilo asked, eyeing him critically as he examined the tube of metallic blue lipstick that would soon be painting her lips.

"Wouldn't you like to know. Hold still." The Graverobber smirked. He uncapped the tube of lipstick and waited for her to open her mouth so he could apply the lipstick.

Shilo held still and silent until her lips were painted in the blue, then pressed her lips together. "I just know," she said, "that somewhere out there, there's a naked corpse in a funeral home." She didn't actually believe it, though she wouldn't put it past him.

"I robbed a lawyer," Graverobber told her seriously.

"Did he try to bite?"

"No, he knew what was good for him..." The Graverobber looked her up and down. "You're very blue tonight, Shilo. Something got you down?"

Shilo looked down at her ensemble. Strawberry Shortcake meets Gothic Lolita. She wore sparkly blue Mary-Jane's, white tights, and a dress that looked like the bastard child of a Victorian dressing gown and a sexy French maid uniform. To top it all off she'd put on a bright blue wig. She realised, with both dismay and amusement, that they would look really weird together tonight. "I'm going to look like your hired escort," Shilo sighed.

The Graverobber grinned and offered her his arm. "They wont care. Nobody will even notice."

He escorted her to the door, and stopped her on the front step to pull her into a kiss. When he pulled away he looked more like himself, his lips stained the same shade of blue as hers. Shilo grinned at him and pulled him down the stairs and out through the gate. Within minutes they blended into the scenery, just like any other costumed couples or groups on their way to parties or clubs. It was her first Halloween outside the confines of her room.

Shilo intended to enjoy it.