#camus in a cop costume?

[nacregames]

What sort of Halloween costumes would the RO’s in morning star wear if lucifer took them to a party?

Halloween, huh? I suck at creative ideas for costumes lol

well Lilith hates you now, but she would probably go as a succubus if insisted.

Falito  hates you too (even more now) and would go as a vampire? maybe?

Camus...really? He gotta dress up?...probably a cop costume?

Polly would choose to be a witch (a nasty one) with that hair lol

Mac dresses as a pirate

Ara is something cute, maybe Belle?

Gab...good luck convincing her that this isn’t pointless...otherwise might go in her true form

also snippet:

There’s a small knock on your door as you check yourself in the mirror wearing your ‘costume’. Well, it’s just an alternated form of yourself, but hey.

“Can I come in?” asks a soft voice.

“Sure,” you answer without bothering to turn around.Polly timidly steps inside, closing the door behind her. She stops when she sees you, taking in a moment to check you up head to toe.The genuine curiosity in her eyes puts a small smile on your face which causes her to avert her gaze, a faint blush coloring her pale cheeks.

“W-what’s with the get-up?” she asks, still shy.

“I’m going to a party and this is my costume. What do you think?” you spin for her and face the mirror again, watching her through it. Polly is surprised at first, but then she tilts her head.

“You’re going as the devil, I assume?” You simply not, too interested on her reaction.

“It’s..,” she begins, trailing off, “well the wings look magnificent. Almost real.” Her hand reaches out to touch them, but she refrains.

Oh, if she only knew.

“Yep,” Polly announces with a click of her tongue, “definitely, too nice.”

“I mean,” she hastily begins, gesturing with her arms, “this is far from how I imagine such a vile creature to look like. You got the wings and horns, but you’re too gorgeous..”Polly says and realizes her slip-out.

The Detective is red as her hair, stumbling over her own words as she tries to save herself.

“Oh?” you muse, feeding on her pain with an amused smirk and a raised brow. “Maybe that’s how it should be, Polly. People have a wide imagination when it comes to things that displease them, and,” you say tapping your chin, “there must be a reason for the saying ‘devilishly handsome’, no?”

“I guess,” the human answers, eyebrows knit together in thought. You fix your outfit for the last time and turn around, moving closer to her until you’re standing right in front her pretty face. Her gray eyes are unable to look away.

“An advise from a friend: Don’t let yourself be fooled by appearances, Detective,” you say with a wink and a sinister smile, leaving her dumbfounded as you exit the room.