A Volatiles Claim

Holloween Special

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"Aiden, come on! We are going to be late!" I call out to the male barricaded in my bathroom. And yet I still get silence from the other side, not even an echo of movement can be heard. I sigh and readjust the costume I wore so it would stop getting caught under my arms.

Tonight, is Halloween night, how do I know? Because someone has been keeping a calendar since The Fall happened so we could at least know when the major holidays are and even for birthdays. Aiden and I are in my apartment across from the Bazaar, he was changing into his costume that Lawan and Hakkon threw together for him. He went in to change after I did, and I cannot for the life of me figure out why he is taking so long to get changed. Is it a complex costume? Is he unsure how to put something on? Whatever the reason, I'm starting to get impatient. The Bazaar gets to celebrate the holiday for its typical content and to indulge in a successful year's harvest. From what I heard, they have a variety of games, shops with holiday-themed items, and holiday-appropriate foods. So I'll be damned if I miss out on Granny Margarette's pumpkin pie because of Aiden; I love him and all but Granny makes the pie once a year.

"AIDEN!" I shout his name followed by a hard bang on the door. And for some reason that gets a reaction out of him.

"H-huh? Yes?" I can barely hear his voice through the oak door separating the bathroom from the rest of the house.

"Hurry up already! We told Lawan and Hakkon that we would meet up with them when the festival started and, newsflash, it started a while ago!" My foot taps Impatiently on the floor for emphasis.

I hear him sigh before he responds. "I don't know... I look stupid." His voice sounds unsure and slightly uncomfortable.

'Stupid? What the heck did they give him to wear?' I think to myself in confusion. I turn the doorknob a few times and find it to be locked. "Aiden, how bad can it be? I heard Lawan and Hakkon worked hard to find you a costume."

It's silent for a moment before I hear his wavering deep voice again. "It's... too revealing."

'It's what?? Did they dress him up like a stripper or something??' I question myself and find that that thought piqued my interest greatly. But as much as I would greatly enjoy seeing Aiden's gorgeous body without his usual baggy clothes, I also find that my patience has completely depleted. "Oh, for fuck's sake, just get out here and at least let me look at it. Maybe I can alter it or something." I reason with him.

He hesitates for a second before loud footsteps move towards the door and the soft 'click' of the lock turning lets me know that I can enter. I throw open the door in agitation, wondering how 'bad' his costume must have been when I stop in my tracks when I finally get to look at what he was wearing.

His typical black and red-themed gear is completely gone and replaced with something else. He wore black combat boots, dark blue jeans that fit like a glove on his muscular legs, and no shirt. His whole chest was bare and showed off his athletic form created by traveling thousands of kilometers in search of his sister. There was a small amount of dark brown hair growing on his chest and it traveled down his abs and presumably to his crotch which is hidden by his jeans. There was an array of scars varying in size sprinkled all over his torso from all of the fights he has been in. He wore a pair of gloves on his hands that have some type of animal hair on them along with sharp black metal fragments at the fingertips making it look like an animal paw. I look further up to his head and silently coo in awe at the soft-looking animal ears poking out from his soft brown hair, also perfectly made to match his hair color.