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BAJI KEISUKE. — Costumes.
SFW. baji can’t stand unoriginal behavior. baji is also a hypocrite. happy halloween
“Trick or treat!” A smile tweaks its way onto your lips, grin twitching as you look to your side from your place on the couch. It’s sweet, you think, the kids you see lined up at your boyfriend’s door, little corny costumes coloring the night.
“No.” And then there’s that. With a sigh, you pick yourself up, feet gliding you across the floor with the shake of your head.
“He’s kidding. Babe, tell them you’re kidding.” Baji looks at you with a distasteful moue, caked face creasing at his expression. It’s almost overwhelming, and also synonymously underwhelming, how stupid he can be; but nevertheless you grab from the bowl out of his hand.
“I love your costumes!” It’s light, and possibly insincere, but the little girl in front of you brightens up, informing you ‘she’s a princess’ when you drop a lollipop in her bag.
“Happy Halloween!” The phrase is echoed, followed by the pitter patter of the kids and the lingering parents bustling away, and then the click of the front door.
“Keisuke,” He’s still making a face at you, eyes heavy on your figure.
“Don’t say it—”
“You can’t just tell kids no every time you think their costume is ugly.”
“And you said it.” You grab at the bowl from his hands, plastic jack-o-lantern now encompassed against your stomach. “Baby, I hear you, but that’s the seventh ninja we’ve seen in the last thirty minutes. Seventh!”
“You’re literally dressed as a vampire, Kei.”
“It’s ironic!” There’s a laugh in his voice, deep and rumbling and you’re sure if you looked the childish dismay he was displaying would already be gone. So you do, and it is.
He’s grinning at you, fangs accentuated slightly with plastic ones, little dribble of blood down the side of his chin.
“No it’s not,” You’re grinning back, you think, placing the bowl down on the couch, letting him walk over to you.
“No, it’s not.”
“You just thought you looked good,” Your arms link around his neck when he makes a move for you, fingers grazing over the string of his horribly bland cape.
“Yeah, I did.” His hands creep around your waist, fingers tapping at the skin as he loops his arms around you, pulling you closer to him by a step.
“You’re so annoying, oh my, God.” He chuckles again, head darting to sprinkle kisses along your cheek, nose tickling against your ear. “Cut it out, you’re gonna get your face paint on me.”
“Sorry, no can do. ‘I want to suck your blood’ and all that.” The overrun quote has a terrible accent to it, his impression sending a giggle through you. It should be awkward; the way his fang catches on your jaw when he kisses you, the cheap texture of the paste— and it’s definitely paste— he has on his face, the stiffness of the outfit he’s wearing, but it’s not. You don’t think it ever really could be with Baji.
He pulls back, looks at you— looks too good while he’s looking at you—, and moves to ghost over your lips. Your hands tingle from around his neck at his breath, pointer finger circling a strand of hair that didn’t make it into his ponytail. And then the doorbell rings. Your hands move down to swat away at his, detaching yourself from his towering body. “Be nice.”
“Okay, but if there’s another one, so help me God I’m shutting the door in their face.” You mock him briefly, grimace leaving your face when you turn to greet the children.
“Trick or treat!” Your eyes scan the new group of kids, heart warming up just a little. Oh, shit.
“Baji, no.” You push the bowl out in front of you, giving it to the specific child in the circumstantially unfortunate costume. “Happy Halloween.” It’s a rushed condolence and the door is closed again before you can finish your sentence.
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