Day Three
“NOT OVER MY DEAD BODY!!”
He tossed the reindeer outfit to the ground, going to stomp on it but stopping only at the horribly sad expression the redhead wore. Changing his position slightly, Kanda socked the Bookman heir in the arm. His indignant expression growing as the other just laughed, rubbing the his arm at the pain.
“STOP LAUGHING SO DAMN EASILY BAKA-USAGI!”
Lavi finished buttoning up the bright green shirt after the pain subsided. Actually, he didn’t mind the pointy shoes… Or the tight, eh, tights… The shade of green and the red frilled edging going well with the crimson of his mane. Smiling evilly, he nodded his head at the raven-haired male, liking the way the bell at the tip of his hat jingled with every decline of his skull. Motioning for the Allen to cross the room and help him, he grabbed one of the Asian’s arms, holding tightly so he couldn’t wiggle out. When the boy got a hold of the other arm, he happily announced his plan in a tone that just pissed their victim off to no end.
“We’ll help you put it on, Yuu-chan!”
Struggling, he threatened the lives of his two companions as they re-dressed him in the costume. Kanda ground his teeth together, restraining himself as they laughed, strapping the horns to his head and the red bulb to his nose. The flashes that emanated from the light blinded him temporarily, causing him to put his (now) free hands over his eyes, yelling in displeasure.
Grinning, he held a bit of fabric out for his partner-in-crime to see while the Japanese male was blinded. Hearing the redhead snicker, Allen waved it around happily finally having answered the question everyone wanted to know.
“Do I want to know what that is?”
He pointed a gloved finger at the cloth in the blue-eyed boy’s hand. Feeling a hand on his shoulder, he slapped it, not wanting to hear what his brother had to say. Redirecting an elegant, cocked eyebrow at the pair with the white twist of something being waved around like a truce flag. If not for his curiosity about the object, he’d most likely be unable to ignore the silly outfit the samurai-like exorcist was wearing. The eye-patch wearing boy gave him a once over before coming over to greet his little party of three.
“Oh, hello Tykki! By the way, that is Fundoshi. Rhode, and… Um?”
The Noah glanced at his niece, who had dashed across the room, joining her object of affection in laughing at the poor man in the Rudolf costume. Tykki grimaced, un-amused by the fact that he was left to introduce his brother despite their prior agreement. Gesturing at the older male, he attempted to clear the lump that formed in his throat.
“This is… Sherrill.”
He shook the junior Bookman’s hand before bowing lightly towards the other two innocence user’s. Turning toward his sibling, he stuck his lower lip out in a pout, willing tears to come to his eyes as he flung himself at him. He fell flat on his face to the checker-patterned tile floor, having been swiftly dodged. Rubbing his nose, he sat up, being sure to put his fist by his chin, covering most of his mouth in a pose that they assumed he thought was cute.
“Oh, why must you abuse me so little brother?”
He ignored the idiot the best he could, unable however to keep his eyes off of the man he (now) assumed to be a moron. Watching the Lavi extend his hand toward Sherrill, he rolled his eye at the pause the dark haired man created, obviously enjoying his view. He’ll ruin the plan if he stares at those, eh, tights too long. Seeing his sibling brush himself off and thank the exorcist, he began to wonder if he should pray that they don’t “team up” and run a complete muck through the rest of the week.
“Oh, since you three are here… You should go get sized by Johnny! Be warned, he’s expecting two women and a man instead of your group. Why didn’t Lulubell come?”
“She wished to stay behind and keep the Earl company while we’re here.”
Sure, the story may have come out of his ass but did they really need to know that she was actually perched on the rooftop?
