Late night
After long dreadful hours at work,
you had just gotten home
'What a fucking day...'
And Halloween was tomorrow, Great!
You and Daisuke had already made a pact—after your shift tomorrow,
the two of you were either going to crash a Halloween party or hit the streets for some trick-or-treating.
Of course, that also meant you had to wear a costume to work because Curly's orders were basically law.
"We need to figure this out,"
you muttered, staring at your ceiling. The phone rested against your cheek as you lazily twirled your hair,
on call with Daisuke.
"Dai! What the hell are we even doing? We can't show up in some half-assed dollar store costumes, especially not with Curly breathing down our necks all day."
"Let's just go as Jimmy, that'll scare the shit out of everyone."
Daisuke deadpanned on the other end of the line.
You couldn't help but snort.
"Ha. Hilarious. What's next?
You gonna suggest I wear a name tag that says 'Sabotage King'?"
"I mean, that's a solid idea too.
Oh! Or dress up as Guest666,"
he added, his voice suddenly animated.
"Guest what?"
"Guest666. Y'know, the creepy Roblox dude. He's, like, cursed or something."
"Daisuke, seriously?
This is exactly why we can't leave you in charge of shit."
you groaned.
"Okay, okay, fine,
Misa and Light from Death Note?"
"Aren't they, like, a couple, though?"
You paused, thinking.
"Oh... right, scratch that.
The Men in Black guys!
You know, suits, sunglasses—
boom, done."
"I've never watched Men in Black,"
you reply, your voice flat.
"Excuse me?"
His tone was suddenly outraged.
"What the hell did you just say?"
"I said, I've never—"
"—Nope. Nope! Stop.
Don't say it again."
You could hear him shifting around in his bed, probably sitting up in disbelief.
"[Name], are you telling me you've lived this long without seeing Men in Black? What kind of childhood did you have? Were you raised by wolves? Uncultured swine!"
"Oh, screw you, Daisuke,"
you shot back, rolling your eyes but laughing despite yourself.
"No, screw you! How have you missed a masterpiece? Tommy Lee Jones? Will Smith? Iconic. You're dead to me."
"Yeah, well, at least I don't get all my costume ideas from old-ass movies."
"Wow. First of all, disrespectful,
second of all, we're not done here. What about Mario and Luigi?"
he said, feigning offense.
"I'm not walking around all day with a fake mustache and overalls."
"Okay, fine. Bonnie and Clyde?"
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