#and its gonna be even longer when I add scene transitions before posting to ao3 lol

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trick or treat~ 👻

(First Part) (<- Previous Part)

“Is he still talking?” Wind moaned.

Time nodded. "Go on to the next house, squirt. If he's not done by then, we can resort to drastic measures." Time gently pushed Wind's bandana, steering him towards the next house. Wind squeaked in protest and shoved his hands away.

"Not a squirt!" Wind shoved his finger between Time's ribs then ran to the next house before he could recover.

"Trick or treat!"

A generic couple opened the generic door Wind had knocked on. They smiled their generic smiles and offered him some generic candy.

"Aren't you cute. Now, what are you supposed to be?" They asked in unison.

"I'm a pirate," Wind answered, because he was. If he had to blend in, he might as well make it easy for himself.

"Aw, you sure are. Have a fun night!"

"Thanks!" Wind called as he skipped away. Time was waiting at the end of the sidewalk, and Warriors was still talking to whoever he was talking to.

"So..." Wind said. "Should we just leave him?"

Time hesitated. "...No."

"You thought about it!" Wind said, pointing at Time.

"You can't prove that."

"You so thought about it." Wind laughed. "Drastic measures?"

Time smirked. "Drastic measures."

Wind sucked in a breath and cupped his hands around his mouth, but Time stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

"Keep it PG. There are kids around," Time said.

"Hm. Yeah, ok, fair." Perhaps 'Hurry up, I gotta take a massive shit!' wasn't the best thing to yell in a neighborhood of trick-or-treating children.

"Wars!" Wind yelled instead, as loud as he could. "Quit flirting, we gotta go!"

Warriors held up a middle finger over his shoulder and continued talking. Wind huffed in frustration, but Time squeezed his shoulder again. "Count to twelve. That's as long as I usually give him to finish a conversation."

Wind rolled his eyes and started counting. By the time he got to ten, Warriors turned and sauntered back to them. Wind, again, rolled his eyes.

Warriors held out his arms gleefully. "Guess who got a commission?"

"Really? Well done," Time said.

"She was so impressed by my handmade Corpse Bride that she wants me to make her cosplay for a convention next year!" Warriors said.

"Cool," Wind said, in the tone of someone who very much did not care about textiles and wanted to eat candy. "Can we go now?"

"Yes, you little heathen. We're due back at the ranch soon. Two more houses, go."

Wind scampered away.

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