Vinnie n Garmadon Stuff

What is Love? (pt 3)

“What do you want to be for Halloween, Garmadon?” Vinny asked out of the blue. Garmadon turned to look at him. He was sitting at the unfinished monastery, reading a book on a rock while Vinny leaned against a wooden pole. 

“Halloween? I’ve heard of such a thing, but I’m not familiar with its customs.” He closed his book, setting it aside. Vinny smiled at this, having taught him to properly listen to people.

“Really? It’s so fun!” Vinny exclaimed, taking a sip of lemonade. “You can dress up as anyone or anything you want! Then you go to all the houses you want to trick or treat!” Garmadon tilted his head, puzzled. “You get free candy,” he explained.

“Well, if you think I ought to try this holiday, I will.”

“You don’t have to.” Vinny deflated. “I understand if you don’t want to.”

“No! Vinny, I would love to join you this year,” he said, standing up and towering over him.

“O-oh,” Vinny croaked, blushing furiously. Garmadon stepped back.

“My apologies. I forgot that it’s impolite to get into people’s faces.” He slid to the ground.

“This Halloween will be amazing.”

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“What in the First Spinjitzu Master is that?” he questioned for the third time that hour.

“That’s a costume for ketchup,” Vinny sighed.

“Why would anyone be ketchup out of anything? That’s most absurd! And this! What’s that?” He pointed to a blow-up dinosaur.

“That’s-”

“This!” Garmadon exclaimed. “This is beautiful!” Vinny rubbed his eyes and walked over to him. It was a cactus costume, made up of soft felt and green fabric.

“Awww, you’d look adorable in that!” he cooed. Garmadon blushed, frozen by the remark.

“I’ll get it,” he finally said, taking the costume off the shelf. “But what about you?”

“I could be…” He glanced around the shop. “A… clock?” He shrugged.

“I refuse to let you be a clock. Such a foolish idea…” he trailed off. “What if you were a sunflower?” He gestured to the wall. Vinny smiled, walking up. 

“Of course,” he laughed. “We’ll match.” Garmadon beamed.

“And you would in fact look quite dashing-or as you’d say, quite ‘adorable’ in that.” Now it was Vinny’s turn to blush. Garmadon laughed giddily as they bought the costumes, a smile plastered to his face. 

“You’re smiling,” Vinny giggled. Garmadon shrunk.

“Oh sorry.” Vinny frowned.

“What? Why? I love your smile!” Vinny’s words made his heart thump like horses in a stampede, his smile reappearing as he stumbled out a response. 

“I-uh, well-” Vinny’s hand brushed against one of Garmadon’s for a moment, his skin burning pleasantly before he jerked his hand away. “Thank you, Vinny. I will then treasure my smile.”