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>”Dammit…” You mumbled.
>You grabbed at the small button again.
>Who would’ve thought it be this hard to get your costume on?
>You sighed as the button slipped again, refusing to go through the hole.
>The cheaper one may not have looked the part, but you remembered it had a zipper.
>Would’ve been quick and easy.
>But you had to make things difficult.
>You grumbled, wondering how many people out there let a pokémon give them fashion advice.
>Yours wouldn’t settle for anything but the best.
>Something about the choicest males having perfect disguises.
>You don’t recall much except the price tag from that Halloween shop.
>As you pushed the button through at last, you remembered a bridal shop downtown that a gardevoir worked at.
>She might give fashion advice.
>You’ve seen more than a few sporting clothes before.
>You tended to the final details, smoothing out any wrinkles and seeing how well you could move about.
>As you put your boots on you heard the front door open and close.
>Claws clacked on wood and thumped on carpet.
>The steps got louder.
>You looked over, watching Zoroark bound into the bedroom.
“What’s got you worked up?” You asked.
>Her heart rate was up and her breathing was quick.
>She panted and cackled with glee, holding a hefty pillowcase in both claws out to you.
>”Food!” She exclaimed.
“Wait…” You exclaimed, lacing the boots.
“You went trick-or-treating?” You asked.
>”Of course.” She answered. “The moment it started.”
“Well, I mean…” You stuttered.
“Well, first off, that’s candy. Not food.”
>”Food’s food.” She retorted, overturning her colorful haul on the bedsheets.
>The fox pressed her nose in the pile and inhaled.
“Second, that’s… holy crap…”
>Zoroark buried her face in further.
>You needed a moment to take in the sheer size of the mound she collected.
>There was…
>Pounds.
>Dozens of pounds of sugar.
>Enough to push the mattress down.
