I Wani Spend My Life With That Gator.

We Wani Have A Happy Waniween 🎃(HALLOWEEN SPECIAL!)🎃

October 31st, 201M B.C. 2024

"Inco, if I were to put this thing on, I would look fucking retarded."

The gator on wheels held up her costume so she could examine the bag fully, inspecting every nook and cranny that was to offer from the bag. She peaked to the side to see her lover, dressed in his casual wear of his blue designer jacket and black shades, new ones that were prescribed after he had unintentionally put them in the oven.

Don't even ask how that even happened, because even he doesn't know. He just found them in there one morning, melted down into a black, shiny puddle that had ruined the oven. He didn't even know how to cook; why would his glasses be in the oven to begin with? His mother never bothered in teaching him; the only ones that actually were willing to give tips were Sophia and Olivia.

Other than that rotund side track, the gator and human were once again placed in a scenario that they were all too familiar with; well, Inco was familiar with this, but Olivia also since she was the one that went through this almost on the daily. What could she possibly be going through that she always went through that was practically the norm with her, you say? Easy...

Olivia was cranky... again.

"Olivia, it's literally what you wanted. Remember when we went to Spirits last week? You literally whispered it to me, so here we are!" That earned a groan from the gator girl and a face palm too; she knew she should have kept her snout shut.

Of course this would happen.

She slid her hand down her face and peaked through the crack spaces between her fingers and then hissed out to her boyfriend. "I didn't expect you to actually get it, dummy! It was almost three hundred dollars, you dumbass; I would never ask that of you!"

Inco couldn't help but let a smug grin play out across his face when he saw Olivia was doing her signature 'eye squint that'll vaporize your soul and body' thing she does every chance she gets. It's always been directly aimed at Inco now, not at Damien or the others. Lucky him? "'Livy, I know you don't like it when I spend unnecessary stuff on you, since you hate jewelry and all that pricey stuff." The gator rolled her eyes and grunted an affirmed exhale blow from her snout. She seriously did hate all those pricey goodies that other women liked, especially Lunara.

She wasn't like that-far from it. She'd rather have a twenty-dollar bootleg gundam kit than any of those pricey necklaces. Then again, if she were to take the pricey necklace, she could easily pawn that hideous, heavy, dreadful thing for money.

That could definitely go to real Gundam kits that she could buy bulks of.

The gator took one more glance at the bag she was holding up for inspection. She knew he did this out of love since she did say she wished she could have this. The dress looked pretty good and expertly tailored after all. Although she did say she wanted it, she hasn't trick-or-treated in a long time, since the start of high school, if she were being honest. Then again, she knew why that was the case. After what had happened during her freshman year, she kind of pushed everything and everyone away, holidays included, only delving deeper into her swirling pool of art that she wanted to be sucked into.

However, she would be lying if she said she didn't want to go trick-or-treating with her family, friends, and boyfriend, or at least to a mediocre haunted house attraction. She hasn't done the traditional Halloween going around for candy in years; it felt good to finally let that side of her return.

But with that said, she wasn't too sure if she really did want to wear the costume when she saw how the black outfit would bring out her chest, especially with how... risque it would look on her in certain areas. "Look, Inco, I'm happy you bought this for me because, yes, I did say it would be nice to have this IF we go, but I didn't actually expect you to buy this!" The baryonyx sets the bagged outfit next to her back onto the bed that she was sat upon. She falls back and stares up at the ceiling while her boyfriend watches with worry evident in his eyes. "I'm just nervous, okay? Damein and Vinny usually do the trick-or-treating and come back with the mother load while I sit on my ass all night while beating noobs at Mortal Kombat."