Cosplay Husband

26. Dearly Beloved

ARMIN:  I swung my arm, and with it, the finished Keyblade I had crafted for my cosplay.

I admired myself in the mirror, picking at my gelled hair spiked up in a large cowlick like Roxas's. It drooped slightly, and I wondered how the people in that game could possibly defy gravity with their chunks of triangular hair.

Eren as Sora wasn't much easier to gel, since Sora's hair was grouped a lot thicker. But he stood there next to me, brandishing his Keyblade. "Ready to go?" Eren asked.

"I wanna fix my hair real quick." I grabbed the bottle of gel, heading down to the bathroom while Eren followed.

"I'm gonna pee one more time before we have to go." Eren said, locking himself in a stall.

There was some silence (well, minus the sound of his stream hitting the toilet water), until suddenly Eren screamed really loud and let loose a few f-bombs. A banging noise came from inside his stall. I stopped trying to fix my hair and ran to his stall.

"Eren! Are you okay?!" I shrieked.

"I GOT MY FUCKING DICK CAUGHT IN THIS GIANT ZIPPER!" He shouted.

Though it was much easier to laugh at after it happened, it was actually pretty scary when it happened.

"Did you fix it?" I asked.

"Yeah..." He seethed, "damn, this is some shitty costume design...I mean, you did an awesome job on it, but I don't see why this guy has to have a huge zipper down his front."

He unlocked the stall door and washed his hands. I washed the gel off mine. "Ready to go now?" He asked.

"Yeah, we gotta go pick up Naminé--I mean Historia, first." I reminded him.

We traveled together down to the girls' dorms. A few people stared at us, but some of the people who knew us complimented my work. I thanked them in a series of mumbles.

Though there was no snow on the ground, the weather was still cold, and we didn't think to bring winter coats on our way down.

Historia was waiting outside the girls' dorms under a large tree, its bare limbs just nubbly with the new spring buds. She wore a silver coat over her white cosplay dress. Her legs were bare and she only wore sandals. Her feet were tinged blue slightly. Ymir was next to her, leaned against the tree trunk.

"How long were you waiting out here for?" I asked her.

"Oh not that long," she answered simply.

"Don't make my girlfriend freeze out here," Ymir said in her gravelly voice.

"Sorry," I offered to Historia, but she shook her head to dismiss my apology.

"I'll be back tonight babe," Historia pecked Ymir on the lips and Ymir nodded.

"My car is back at the boys' dorms." Eren said.

"You didn't think to drive here?" Ymir questioned. "Boys are dumb."

"Let's just wait inside until you come back with it." Historia offered me.

"What, leaving me out?" Eren pouted comically.

"You have to drive, dummy!" I shrieked playfully.

Eren's cheeks were red. "Aren't you coming with me, Armin?"

Now mine were redder than Eren's jumpsuit. "Sure...we'll be back, Historia."

"I'll be waiting inside," she decided.

Eren and I, both feeling stupid for not thinking of driving down there, trudged all the way back to get his car. When we jumped inside, I turned the heat on full blast. Eren backed out and drove back to get Historia.