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The Cute And Fluffy Halloween Meme

The Cute And Fluffy Halloween Meme

[The Rules]

1. Post as your characters, and write down the name, canon, preferences, etc.

2. Choose a prompt, or any combinations of prompts. You can just make up your own prompt, too.

3. Tag away, and be excellent to each other!

[Prompt List]

1. Halloween Shopping - Let's go buy witch hats, costumes, and food!

2. Halloween Cooking - Try making all those yummy halloween delights! Can you make that pumpkin cake actually look like a pumpkin?

3. Trick or Treating - Don't worry, all the candy is perfectly safe. Even the enchanted ones are quite safe, and will just do cute and safe things like make people float for a couple of minutes, or make them have a crush on any nearby person for about 30 seconds. They may also turn people orange or make them giggle for about 2 minutes.

4. The Haunted House - Filled with cute ghosts and other things that go bump in your night. Oh, my, is that your character's dearly departed mother, taking this occasion to come and visit her child?

5. The Costume Party - Fun for the whole family. Even if they magically turn into their costumes, nothing really dangerous happens - If you want your character to be a cute fluffy vampire or werewolf for a few hours, feel free to do so!

6. Wildcard/Make up your own prompts!

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[She takes in a little breath as the spicy kick in the chocolate takes over. Spicy chocolate wasn't something she would've thought of before, but now...]

I don't think I could get enough of this stuff.

I suppose I could let you try a little piece.

[She says it as she snaps off another piece with her teeth. Then an idea occurs to her, and she's feeling just bold enough to do it. She gives him a challenge around the bit of chocolate held between her teeth-]

If you're fast enough to get this.

[For the moment, plans about what to do next are being ignored.]

[Fine with him. After she issues the challenge, Yuri knows what he's doing next, and takes a fraction of a second to visualize his mode of attack. The trickiest part, again, is that height differential. If he simply lunges down headfirst, he might accidentally bonk her in the face.

Instead, he tries to grab her quickly around the waist and lift her up to his level, then leads with the tongue, which seems — uh — less dangerous? Regardless, if their lips end up locking, then… oops. A spicy, chocolatey kiss just sounds like the worst thing ever. ~~Italicized for the sake of sarcasm.~~]

[For the record, Rita definitely appreciates not smacking their heads together.

She doesn't exactly make the kiss difficult, tilting her head up and pressing her lips to his as he leans in. At some point, the idea of taking him off guard for that earlier forehead peck escaped her mind. He'd probably see it coming, anyway, jerk.

She'll pull back--face lightly flushed--after a few seconds, before it lasts long enough to get a little weird. Her hand stays gripped in his robes (she isn't quite sure when she grabbed them; it just happened).]

...Well?

[As they part, Yuri feels some heat around his own cheeks — and mouth, if only owing to the spiciness. He runs a hand through his hair as a quasi-embarrassed gesture, then clears his throat. There's no easy, flippant remark he can sling back at her this time. The threat of the unintentional innuendo also looms.]

It was good. And I think they really got the name right.

[And then, because he can't help himself:]

Thanks for sharing.

[Her face brightens, both pleased and quite smug, because she's not the only flustered one for a change. She really can't complain about how that turned out.]

You did say you wanted a...t-taste.

[...Totally smooth. Work on the flirting some more, Rita.]

[No worries. She's got time to work on it.]

Yeah. Glad I mentioned it.

You should save me some more for later.

[…And so does he. Cough. He follows that comment up with a sideways look, then a further glance around, as if to say "oh wait what were we doing again before that happened?"]

[She makes a weird noise somewhere between a hum and a cough.]

...I-if I feel like it.

[Ahem. There, that sort of worked.

Likewise, she takes a moment to adjust her cat ears and remember what they were doing.]

So...you want to look for more candy or more parties?

I bet you'd still like to add to your stash.

[And so would he.]

Let's keep candy hunting, and we can check out any parties we see, too. Sound good?

[Then he drops an arm softly around her back and gives her shoulder a squeeze — because she's cute and he wants to.]

That'd be the logical choice.

[Yeah, logical, as if candy isn't something they just want really badly. After a moment, she puts an arm around his back, just because she wants to do that, too, and to hell with anyone else who care.]

There's no candymaking guilds around, are there?

[Totally logical to satisfy such a hankering.]

Not that I've heard of.

[He would probably know, too.]

Pretty sure Fortune's Market has got something big going on, though. Let's head that way.

[He slips his hand back down, grasping hers again, then leads them along.]

[She didn't typically consider Yuri a source of information, but she trusts him on this one.]

That makes sense, since they're a big-shot around here. They probably do it for the business.

[Her fingers thread around his as they go, and she has to admit--being a bit touchy-feely isn't so bad. It's kind of nice, really, though it makes her heart race a little faster.]

So who picked out that costume, anyway? Was it really your idea?

[It is nice — even worth the awkward silliness that could potentially ensue if they run into someone they know. As for her question, Yuri makes a scrunched, somewhat defensive face.]

Well, sort of.

…Or not really. It was pretty much last second, and I still didn't have much of an idea. There wasn't a lot to choose from, but at least the guy at the store was enthusiastic about it.

[Right now, Rita doesn't care who sees them...though if one of their friends did show up, she'd probably get pretty flustered. And smack anyone who made a comment about them.]

And he thought you were the fairytale wizard type? Please!

[No matter how much she tries, she can't hold back a little laughter.]

[Well, they'll inevitably have to explain themselves. When the time comes, he'll leave the smacking to her. ~~That's like a perk right.~~]

Why's that so funny? Is it because I'm not an old, wrinkly guy? Do I need a big beard or something?

[Some good mental images there. Have fun with those, Rita.]

[Rita's certainly not going to hide it like some weirdo. The others will just have to deal (and it's definitely a perk to be...persuasive like that).

And oh, the mental images. Rita's grins widens as she taps her chin.]

Yeah, you should've added one of those. With a big shiny ribbon, too.

You think? Since I guess you're the expert, if we do this next year, I should just let you pick my costume.

[Yuri returns the grin, giving his a mischievous twist.]

As long as I get to choose yours.

[Sounds like a totally fair deal. Yep, yep.]

Mm-!

[Wow she'll totally pretend that wasn't a weird noise (and that she doesn't make a weird face to go with it).

After all, if she actually considers it...he wouldn't pick something too bad, so maybe it'd be worth it. Maybe?!

Tentatively, she gives her agreement.]

I...guess... As long as it's not something like your outfits!

[Huh. He sort of figured she was going to reject the idea right off the bat — but then she went and agreed, plus had the absolute nerve to make fun of his fashion sense. Ridiculous.

Yuri actually chuckles.]

Really? What's wrong with those?

[The noise of the city begins to grow louder as they walk, signaling their approach to the bustling hub of Fortune's Market.]

Isn't it obvious?

[She says it even though it's...obvious that it isn't obvious. She clears her throat first before she starts talking, while they weave their way around the growing crowds.]

I mean, I guess your regular clothes aren't bad. [Rita can't really pin down why she herself wouldn't wear them, but she...likes them on him.

...Oh, is she blushing again? She clears her throat again, just because.]

I-it's the other stuff...like that thing you wear at the bath. I felt sweaty just looking at you.

[The one obvious part is that they do have quite different styles; it'd be more than a little weird to see her dressed up like him. Hearing that his regular clothes "aren't bad" is good enough. Onward to teasing.]

Sweat is gonna be the least of your problems. Just imagine all the weird and embarrassing things I could have you wear.

[That he won't, because it would be easy enough for her to get him back. But Rita can reason that out herself.]

[His outfit works for him, but it would look weird on her. It does make Rita think that dressing Yuri up in something she would wear would be pretty funny, though.

But before she can amuse herself too much with that thought, she takes the bait and sputters back at him.]

H-hey! I'm not wearing anything like--you wouldn't dare!

[Glancing around at the passersby, Yuri spots a woman wearing a rather skimpy, frilly outfit. He can't tell what she's supposed to be, exactly; his best guess is a sexy goldfish. This makes for good fodder, though.]

Like what? That?

[With some effort, he keeps his voice deadpan.]

Be hard to pull off.

[Except not so much in the literal sense. But, of course, Yuri is not so lewd that the thought occurs to him.]

[Some part of Rita can appreciate...some of the outfit. Of course, the whole idea is that she'd never wear the thing as-is.]

What's that supposed to mean?

[She fixes him with a glare. But he's not Raven, so the literal sense doesn't occur to her, either.]

I could handle that if I wanted to.

[Yuri raises both eyebrows, and he can't help but smile a little.]

Really. Well, I'll just have to keep that in mind.

[They've made their way to Fortune's Market's turf, now, and the first feature is a big, black box set on a raised platform. It has several holes cut into it, with little numbered curtains obscuring each opening. The sign above reads: Pick a number… if you dare!

Yuri gives Rita a glance.]

Ooooh. Do you dare?

You--you don't have to!

[Her voice reaches an impressive pitch, but she'll plot her revenge...later.

For now--face still pink--she narrows her eyes at him.]

Aren't you supposed to be the daring guy?

[Not that it'll necessarily stop her.]

Besides, it's a just a box. There's no way Fortune's Market would put anything dangerous in there.

[So she has no problem reaching for one of the numbers: 21.]

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