The taller boy grins, cracked lips stretching to reveal missing teeth; it's charming, in an off-putting way. The boy tilts his head to the side, his glasses nearly rolling off his nose and revealing his blood-orange eyes. He offers a hand to Dinah.
"How could I not be...?! It's the most perfect time of the year." The boy hums dreamily, his voice quiet to match the blond's. It's clear that it isn't his natural volume, and the gentle gesture is appreciated.
Dinah nods shakily, blond locks draping over his glasses; his headband snapped on the way here. Hesitantly, the prefect places his hand in the pale stranger's and gets pulled to his feet instantly.
"Don't tell me you're not a fan?" The boy's words flutter down to Dinah, and the ramshackle prefect realizes how vastly different their heights are. Dinah cranes his head upwards, and the cool metal rims of his glasses press against his face; they provide little solace in his new environment.
"I..." Dinah isn't quite sure where to begin. This is supposed to be his first Halloween in Twisted Wonderland, a hauntingly exciting day to spend with friends and acquaintances. And yet, here he stands with moonlight as the only familiarity.
Dinah shakes his head, not minding that his hand is still in the stranger's hold. "I'm worried, this year...?" His words are choppy—he's had Halloween before back at home, right? "I'm... Alone, right now. Scared, to be honest."
"Scared?"
His smile is warm but odd; Dinah has never seen this face before.
The boy presses his glasses up his face, hiding his eyes once more. His fingertips drift to his chest as he leans down, placing a kiss upon Dinah's gloved hand.
"Your fear is most appreciated, a true harbinger of the Halloween spirit...!"
"Yet," his voice drops, and he shifts his hand in Dinah's until their palms are flush. "The fear you hold isn't quite right."
"Won't you allow me to twist it to perfection?"
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