#sharkazu

[succulent-mud]

"Baking Day!"

I really think Haise would make them cake pretty often. They come home and ":0", a cake on the table.

I hope I got the thing right.

[soutasnotebook]

The quinx having fun at Halloween! Shirasu is alive and he's a shark.

I keep picturing him as Left Shark.

“Rawr!” Shirazu, dressed as a plush blue shark, leaps out from around the corner to bite Fairy Saiko’s shoulder. She screams.

“What’s the fuss?” Aura grumbles, dressed as an off-kilter Grim Reaper.

“Apparently, Shirazu’s turning into a full ghoul,” Higemaru remarks. He’s dressed a a monster of his own design.

“No, I’m Sharkazu!” announces Shirazu proudly.

“Oh my god.” Aura bangs his head into the wall.

“Calm your tits, Aura,” says Saiko.

He flushes. “I don’t have tits.”

“Not yet.” Hsaio enters the hall and winks. 

“A witch? That’s mildly stereotypical,” complains Higemaru.

“Shut up, creature.”

“What?” Mutsuki, sporting a long grey beard, pointed hat, and a staff, walks up to the Quinx.  

“Mutsuki the Green!” Saiko bows to him.

“Why are you all dressed like that?” Urie finally stagger downstairs to gape at them. 

Higemaru is appalled. “You didn’t remember Halloween?”

Even Aura shakes his head. Urie scowls. “I had more important things to think about.”

“Let’s get him,” Saiko whispers. 

Urie yells, but Aura has him in a neck hold as Hsaio and Higemaru lift his legs. 

“Off to my room!” Saiko commands. 

“Be careful with him.” Mutsuki tiptoes along.

“Mwahaha. I know just what to do.” Shirazu whispers in Mutsuki’s ear, then Saiko’s.

“Why are you all looking at me like that.” Urie has now been tied to Saiko’s desk chair.

“You’ll find out.” 

“We’re going to be late.”

“I had a feeling this would happen, so I said our meeting was an hour earlier than it actually was.” Shirazu winks.

“Bastard!” Urie snaps, but Saiko interrupts by smearing something purple all over his face. 

“What the hell?!”

“Hello, Mr. Jellyfish.” Mutsuki smiles as Urie rises, painted as purple as his hair, wearing tentacles around his waist. 

“Takeomi is going to be a fish. You can pretend to eat him,” Shirazu informs him.

Urie’s lips spread into a toothy grin. “Perfect.”