Halloween Event!

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Trick or Treat

It's that time again - time to gorge yourself full of sweets and candies. Of course, that means you have to trick or treat for it. It doesn't matter if you meant to trick or treat, because for some reason, you're doing it anyway. Actually, you've already knocked on the neighbor's door, and suddenly blurted out, "Trick or treat!" Whether you meant to or not.

And suddenly, you're in costume. Huh. You don't remember picking that to wear... Oh, and just in time for the person to answer the door and give you candy.

So have at it, trick or treaters! Or candy-givers alike.

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[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[There's only the slightest tint of his cheeks there. Dojima scoffs, glancing away.]

No way I have that thing anymore.

[He may or may not be lying.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi laughs.]

You're totally lying! Take it out!

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

No! I told you, I'm too old to dress up.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

No, you're not. I see otaku do it all the time.

[You otaku, Dojima.]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Sigh.]

I'm not an otaku, Adachi.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi smiles smugly, like he knows a secret he won't let anyone in on, and just tugs on Dojima's wrist. The uniform makes him look younger, but he's always been a bit on the childish side.]

C'mon, Dojima-san. You're not gonna shut the door in my face and make a guy like me do this all on his own, are you?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[This guy's 180's never cease to amaze Dojima. From smug, to pleading? Jeez. He doesn't pull his hand away (never does), but he does give Adachi a look of disbelief.]

You're almost thirty, Adachi. You're wearing a high school uniform, and you're trick-or-treating. And you expect me to just be pulled along for the ride?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

It's Halloween!

[As if that explained everything. Apparently tired of waiting, Adachi springs into action, barging in through the door (he has never been unwelcome before), heading directly to the bedroom and beginning to look through drawers.]

I know I saw that obnoxious yellow shirt somewhere around here. I found it once when I was looking for the bottle-

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

H-hey, wait a second!

[But Dojima's too late to stop him, trailing a few steps behind, and Adachi's rummaging turns up victorious - a mustard yellow shirt is neatly folded, shoved in the back of one of his drawers. (With the bottle - nice and hidden, unless you're one of the two who know its whereabouts.)]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Triumphantly, Adachi holds it up by the back of the collar, with a look on his face that says, "You were saying?"]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

...

[He just didn't have the heart to throw it out, okay?]

Still not wearing it.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Why not? Consider it helping an innocent, pleading civilian out.

[Was that supposed to be you, Adachi? He seems to think better of the suggestion himself, turning around to grab something else from the drawer, and taking a few steps, presents one item in each hand. In his left is that desaturated pure yellow of the Star Trek uniform. In his right, is a bottle with obvious implications. Adachi's face is comically serious.]

You have a choice. Choose wisely.

Galaxy Trek* you mean-

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

What kind of choice is that?!

[Sorry, Adachi, but a ridiculous notion like that is just asking for a smack to the head - whack.]

LOL YES that is what I meant

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

It's- what, ow! Hey!

[Adachi goes down, or rather, he ducks forward to avoid any repeat performances of that smack, rubbing the back of his head.]

It's not rocket science, Dojima-san! One or the other - it's a pretty obvious choice if you ask me!

;D

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

And it's a stupid choice. I told you, I'm not doing it.

[This time, Dojima excuses himself from the room. Probably to get some coffee.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Tossing the bottle onto the bed, Adachi takes the Galaxy Trek uniform with him as he trails after the other man, an obvious whine to his voice.]

Aww, c'mon, Dojima-san. Everybody's doing it, and it's not like it's gonna look out of place. I've seen old people out and about in costume before.

[...Tactful, Adachi.]

Think of it as keeping me company. Y'wouldn't shove me out into the street by myself, would you? I mean, what if somebody misunderstands and tries to mug me 'cause they think I'm some unsuspecting teenager from the back, or something?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[After pouring some coffee into a mug, Dojima turns, giving Adachi an unimpressed look.]

You just want me to wear a nerdy, form-fitting uniform so you can gawk, and maybe even flaunt me around the neighborhood. Right?

[Sometimes even this hard-headed detective gets it.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi holds up a halting finger.]

Now just wait a minute there! I want you to wear that stylishly yellow uniform so that I can ga-...so that you can get out for once and have some fun with me, and nothin' more than that. I mean, think about it, what if some old lady nosy-buddies get the wrong idea and start asking you for your number or something? Why would I want something like that?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

...You're telling me you're using it as a safety precaution against people hitting on me.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you're right. As if anyone'd do that.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Dojima steps up, looking down at the other man silently. Adachi's a tough person to get used to, and an even harder person to convince out of things. With a sigh, he flicks the younger man's forehead. (That's for insinuating that no one would hit on him, because hey, he's not quite an old man yet.)]

Half an hour. That's all you get.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[And just because he often wins rather than not doesn't mean Adachi isn't still as elated. (Maybe it's the little victories that count, considering he doesn't win with much else.)]

Really? Whoa-oh-oh! Awesome!

[And gakuran and all, Adachi excitedly all but pounces onto Dojima, using the gesture to slyly push the mustard-yellow top into Dojima's hands (but it's not without a quick, rewarding kiss to the older man's mouth). He even starts tugging up at the end of the shirt Dojima's currently wearing.]

All right, let's get you changed!

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

H-hey, wait a- mmph-

[Arms full of shirt and Adachi alike, he at least makes an effort to lean towards the counter and set his mug down before coffee stains the yellow shirt. Dojima's pretty compliant after that, struggling to get the shirt he's already wearing off, but not without a few sounds of protest at Adachi doing it for him. (Sheesh, he is a grown man after all.)]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Between the two of them, they manage to get the shirt onto Dojima with...relatively little fuss, and Adachi settles back with a satisfied smile on his face, reaching for Dojima's coffee without even a second thought and taking a sip, as if rewarding himself for a job well done.]

At least you haven't grown a belly in your old age yet. I almost thought you wouldn't fit it again for a second there.

[He pats Dojima's middle.]