Septiplier One Shots!

"A twenty-five year old man with green hair."

Enjoy this late Halloween fluffle. Sorry I'm late!

Halloween. The concept was simple. If you were a kid, you got a snazzy costume and you stumbled around your neighborhood all night getting free candy, with the occasional cavity afterwards.

If you were an adult, you just stood at your doorstep all night giving out the candy the children pleaded nonstop for. It was your choice whether you wanted to spend more money than needed on a costume, as you already bought a shitload of candy.

Now, this wasn't Mark's favorite holiday. He was a twenty five year old male and he already had plenty of other things to do. But, he did have to say there were perks, all specially pointing in the direction of the children.

All their eyes would glow as he gave out the occasional fun-sized Snickers bar or Milky Way, their costumes shining as the light from his hallway glimmered from inside the apartment door. Now, there was one more child he loved to see; he was at Mark's apartment everyday, even when it wasn't on holiday.

And you know what? This child was not a child at all. He was a twenty-five year old man with green hair.

He never failed to make Mark's morning. Whether it was a peck on the nose after waking up beside him or a cup of coffee. There was one last thing about this twenty-five year old child.

He always spiced up holidays.

Example:

On New Year's he would go all out, spoofing up his hair and jazzing up his outfit; mitch-matching colors and painting on his face.

On Valentine's Day he'd go out of his way to get Mark chocolate and the occasional small bottle of wine, later cuddling on the couch while watching a sad romance movie.

On Mark's birthday he'd jam pack the day itself with plans and the latter of the day also consisting of cuddling.

Etcetera, etcetera.

Now Halloween. Most interesting one yet. Firstly, Mark would go out of his way to wake up earlier than his other half and complete any decorating that was left unfinished, like pinning up an occasional spiderweb or putting down some fake blood goop. Then, he'd make a "spoopy" breakfast consisting of pumpkin shaped pancakes and red eggs (as he had put food dye in the stuff while they were cooking).

Later, Jack would wake up and poke Mark on the butt as a thanks for breakfast and they'd eat in a comfortable silence, both silently chuckling because why knew what was coming up after they ate. After the silent laughing fiesta, they would both dress and walk out the door, candy filling their minds because each year, they would leave the candy buying till last minute.

Then the fun began.

Jack would comment, "We should go trick or treating,"
Mark would then reply, "You are twenty-five and me twenty-six years old. And we have children counting on us for candy," then proceeding into the parking lot of the store and hopping out of the car. Then Jack would spew out a few reasons why they should go trick or treating anyway.
"We have forty year old people at our door every year!" He would retort, falling into step next to the taller male, intertwining their fingers as they walked.
"Those, my adorable Irish idiot, are the parents of the children. Most of them don't even dress up," Mark would smile down at their hands and breath in the cold air of the store that they had just entered.

The next thirty minutes would consist of Jack jumbling out more reasons upon reasons why they should go out, causing a slight scene in the checkout line. Finally, Jack would convince Mark to at least buy some costumes and minutes later they'd leave the store with some left over costumes and head back to the apartment so they could eat.