ex_halfthetro706 | [ RL: Devit; Shito | Backdated to the day of Halloween /orz ]

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[ RL: Devit; Shito | Backdated to the day of Halloween /orz ]

For the past couple days, Devit had done his best to pretend like nothing had happened, but anybody with eyes could probably tell he sucked at it--quite miserably, in fact. It didn't stop him from carrying on, though. As long as nobody called him on it, he was content to let himself believe that everything really was okay, and--as anybody who'd known for more than five minutes probably knew--he was quite the expert at lying to himself.

So, as if without a worry, he made his way to Shito's room, ignoring the fact that he hesiated a few seconds at the door, and then entered without knocking.

"Yo."

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Shito was sprawled on his bed on his stomach, reading a book. He looked up and smiled when he saw Devit, but his smile was hesitant. Even though technically he hoped things had been worked out the other day, he sensed that Devit was still not completely happy.

"Hi," he said, and inched over on the bed, giving him room.

"Hey." Closing the door, he crossed the room and sprawled on his back, next to Shito, looking up at the ceiling. "I was thinking... You wanna go to that Halloween thing?"

Shito opened his mouth to say 'not really'. He wasn't a party person at all, and sometimes at parties bad things happened. He wouldn't mind never going to a party again, honestly.

But he checked himself and shrugged. "If you want to go, sure." Devit probably hadn't asked if he didn't want to go.

Devit shrugged. "It might be fun. And if it's not, well... you know, we can make our own damn fun, heh."

Shito shifted and turned onto his side. He reached out and brushed his fingers through Devit's hair, toying with a lock of it. "I don't have a costume."

Hmm, that felt good... Devit shifted a bit closer, leaning into the touch. "Me neither, but I bet we can figure something out." Grinning slightly, he added, "You could always go as a zombie~"

Eyeroll, but he smiled, too. "I could." He snuggled a little closer. "But I think I'd need makeup and fake blood and stuff. What are you going to go as?"

"I dunno..." He quieted as he thought about it for a moment. If Jasdero were there, they'd have no problem coming up with something awesome, but he wasn't feeling particularly creative on his own. Not right now, anyway.

Curbing that line of thought, he shrugged again and snorted. "Maybe I'll go as a zombie."

"Does that mean I should go as a Noah?" Shito asked. Since he wasn't likely to run into any Noah at the party, the idea had some merit. It might be funny.

Devit blinked, considering the possibility. "Hey, that's not a bad idea..." He turned to look at Shito. "You want to?"

Shito cocked his head, smiling. "Sure. It'd be sort of funny, don't you think? And since we have to get the stuff to make fake scars to turn you into a zombie, it'll be easy." He reached out and touched the stigmata on Devit's forehead lightly.

"Eh, yeah..." Frowning, Devit caught Shito's wrist and pulled his hand away, then covered the scars with his bangs. "I could put makeup on you or something. You'd be a cool Noah, not all stuffy and boring like Tyki or Cyril."

Shito let his hand drop to Devit's chest and he rested it there, propping his head up with his other hand. "I'd rather not be anything like Tyki or Cyril," he agreed. "You're the expert on Noah."

"Yeah... I'll put makeup on you," he decided. He rested his hand on Shito's and then turned back towards the ceiling, heaving a sigh before he lapsed into silence.

Shito hesitated, then shifted a bit closer, hesitantly moving to rest his head on his shoulder.

"Are you...okay?" he asked, very hesitantly. He didn't want to start another fight and cause another rift that he didn't know how to fix.

Devit blinked, briefly glancing at the top of Shito's head. "What? Yeah," he answered quickly. "Of course I am! Why wouldn't I be?"

Shito shrugged. "I just thought for a minute you sounded...unhappy," he said. He tightened his arm around Devit and fell silent.

He was done with pushing Devit into telling him what was wrong. That seemed to always end in a fight and he was frankly terrified of going through what he'd gone through last week again. He had decided that he wanted to stave off the day when he'd finally lose Devit as long as possible.

Unbeknownst to Shito, Devit was thinking along similar lines, only he was determined to do everything possible not to lose Shito, even if that meant being second.

...And even if that meant pretending he was okay with being second. Being alone was far, far worse.

Sighing again, he leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss into Shito's hair. "I'm fine, dummy. Now get up." He nudged him away as he tried to sit up.

Shito hesitated, then sat up and let him go. He looked at him curiously. "Now what?" He frowned. "Wait, is that Halloween party tonight?" That would mean that they had to do the makeup and everything right away.

Devit stood from the bed, looking over his shoulder as he headed towards the door. "Yeah, that's why we've gotta move fast! I'm gonna grab my eyeliner. Be right back!"

"I'll wait here, then," he said, bemused as Devit raced towards the door. He wondered if Devit already had all of the stuff needed to make them over.

Devit returned a few minutes later, black eyeliner, mascara, and nail polish in hand. After closing the door again, he hopped onto the bed, looking a bit more genuinely eager as he considered Shito thoughtfully. "We'll need to get you some clothes..."

Shito set his book aside as Devit returned, sitting up and crossing his legs as he sat in the centre of his bed. "I'd suggest that we raid Soutetsu's closet, but I don't think anything of his would fit me."

"Yeah, no, he's way bigger than you," Devit agreed. He set the nail polish and mascara aside, and then twirled the eyeliner pencil between his fingers as he studied Shito's face. "And you're a lot taller than me. You could probably fit into one of my tops, though, maybe..." He sat up on his knees. "Anyway, close your eyes!"

Shito eyed Devit uncertainly, then closed his eyes. He'd been primped and pampered many times before. Back a century ago it had been common for him to wear makeup, so this wasn't too unusual for him.

But he wasn't entirely sure what Devit was planning to make him look like.

"Don't we need to go shopping first...?" he asked, though he remained still with his face tilted up to give Devit light to work.

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