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gottawriteanegoortwo · 3 years ago

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Darkstache Week: Day Five - Costumes

Other Days: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven Ao3 Link

Wilford gets the top prize for nearly forgetting to organise the couples’ costume with Dark!

Word Count: 987

Two days until the party.

Wilford was standing in his dressing room-office with a hand on his hip and a marker perched on the back of his ear. The stolen whiteboard took pride of place in the middle of the room. Notes were sprawled all over with all the relevant facts and topics about Hallowe'en. He had been crossing them off as they were covered, but there was something missing.

"You're looking a little perplexed there, sir," Bim remarked as he entered the room with New Jim right on his heels. "Still getting your party ready?"

"Yeah… I've covered everythin' I’ve written. Forgot somethin’, I think." The pen was swiftly pulled from its resting place so Wilford could tap it against his chin thoughtfully. "An' anywho, it's been nice ta have an excuse ta spend time with Dark -"

"Aside from the fact you two live together?"

"... Shaddap, Bim. Hey, yer still able ta come on Sunday, right?"

While the pair talked about the party plans, New Jim slowly approached the whiteboard. Wilford's writing was messy, and it was a challenge deciphering the categories when they had a line through them. He tilted his head left, then right.

"Costumes?"

"Hm? Ya say somethin', kid?" Wilford turned his attention to the youth, who nodded.

"You don't have 'costumes' on the board." New Jim tried to step aside, but a firm grip from the head reporter kept him in place. Wilford used the pen as a guide to point him through each of the topics, muttering under his breath. Sure enough, 'costumes' was missing. He slapped his forehead.

"How did I forget - Kid, yer a genius. Y've got that good observational-whatchamacallit that this team really needs. Now if ya both excuse me, I gotta get this matter addressed!"

The door to Dark's office was closed, complete with a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on it. To anyone else, that would have been enough to deter them from entering - even Wilford hesitated when he saw the sign. He pressed an ear to the door. Silence. It wasn't a meeting. That meant it ought to be safe to enter.

"Darkling?" He knocked on the door. No answer. That wasn't right. He tried again. Nothing. "Sweetie Pie? Night Blossom? Shadowkins?"

"Yes?"

"GAH!" Wilford jumped and spun around. Dark stood in the corridor with a bottle of water in his hand.

"You look as though you've seen a ghost. Is something the matter?" Dark chuckled. Wilford's choice of movie had worked a treat in helping lighten Dark's mood after yesterday.

"I, uh, yeah! We got a problem - we don't, y'know - we've no costumes for the party!" Words briefly failed him, but Wilford got the point out. "We can't be Hallowe'en Party hosts without bein’ all dressed up!" Dark hummed, giving a feigned thoughtful expression to Wilford’s plight.

"That is a serious matter. Step into the office. We must find a solution before we lose the chance." Dark unlocked the door and gestured for Wilford to enter first.

"- so I'm thinkin' we go fer a couple's costume. It'll be cute, fer one; an' stylish, fer two." Wilford had pulled his office whiteboard out of the closet in Dark's office to use for brainstorming. The side that had been blank was now dedicated to costume ideas. The reporter stood in the middle of the room like he was pitching a show idea, while Dark sat on his desk. "It also means that whatever ya do, I'll do too. One half of a pair, y'know? So it'd be things like… Doctor an' nurse, or cop an' robber."

"The costumes don't have to follow the tradition of being scary?" Dark inquired. "That does broaden horizons."

"Mhmm! So we can have fun! We can go as a famous tag-team. Like Salt an’ Pepper. Or Bert an’ Ernie!" Dark threw Wilford a bemused look. "No? Then maybe somethin’ a little more stylish. What 'bout Dracula an' his bride?"

"What?"

"What? I'd look cute as fuck in a short skirt! Or… oh! Movie characters! Y'd make a cute Mary Poppins! We could give ya pants instead if ya don't wanna wear a skirt."

"I already spend my days minding immature people. Might be best to not give them a reminder." But it was a good idea. "What about Mickey and Minnie Mouse?"

Wilford gasped. "That'd be so cute!! We could put a spin on it an' dress 'em up from another time. Imagine them in th' fifties!!"

On it went. The new ideas were scribbled on the board and discussed properly. As Wilford marked his favourites and crossed off rejected ideas, Dark’s heel tapped against the solid dark wood of the desk. This conversation had planted an idea in his mind.

"We can’t seem to come to a complete agreement on this. We want something that is easy to recognise, might be entertaining, but also has a sense of style to it. Not only that, it needs to still make sense by itself if the other isn’t nearby… I have a ridiculous idea."

"No such thing in my book, honeybunch. What are ya thinkin'?"

"What if we dress as ourselves? But - hear me out - you dress like me, and I dress like you. Then again, that would mean you have to shave-"

"Wait wait! It can still work! It’s like an inspiration kinda thing rather than a totally correct costume. An' we can help each other get th' right 'style!" Wilford crossed the office to lean back on the desk beside Dark. "Yer gonna look cute in pink."

"You'll look handsome in black. I'm sorry you'll have to dye your moustache for the day."

"Nonsense. Look at this!" He sharply tugged both ends of his facial hair. The moustache's colour rippled to black like someone running their hand over a sequin pillow. "When we get home, we can start looking through our clothes! I’ve got some shirts that’ll look adorable on ya."

#darkstache #projectdarkstache2021 #darkstacheweek2021 #writersofmark #(meanwhile; the Wilford I write in a Discord server with friends is going as a sexy crayon due to lack of impulse control)

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