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A Collab between BlueBlueFox and I! COME READ HER LOVELY WRITING, She owns Yedda and I own Asher uvu

"Are you quite certain I cannot wear a skirt..."

"Very veeeeerrry certain my dear. Mostly due to the fact I don't have a skirt."

From the depths of a dark closet in his room, the tall demon produced a suit. Much of the closet itself was full of suits and the like, from business formal to business casual, all decorated with the colors and intricacies of the steampunk school they were in. Several of his shadows stretched from the depths to brush any dust and lint off the clothing he held.

"Halloween or whatever is all about dressing up," Asher continued, taking it on himself to educate his guest and -- dare he say it -- friend. "Out of the ordinary, you see. And you, my dear, should try on some pants -- but not just any pants~" Holding the suit of dark red and black up to Yedda, he nodded as she tilted her head curiously. "Yeeeessss. Suits make the person."

"What will... we be dressed up as then?" Yedda stood up from her seat on the bed, holding the suit out in front of her, and then up against her. Although Asher had incredibly long legs, the pants didn't seem to be the type that would hike up onto her torso as a result. How lovely. "Costumes have names, do they not?"

"That they do." Asher pulled a business formal suit from his closet and held its dark violet and brown set up to his body with a hum and nod. "We will be... tax collectors."

"T.... Tax collectors?"

"The one, true fear."

A fear that the candy hunters would discover lurked in their halls all too soon. While most of the students on campus didn't quite partake in the scavenger hunting or anything like that, there were a curious three who were on the leader board for it. Those three had rumored to be the type to barrel over other students who just barely managed to stumble across a candy without meaning to, getting mugged for it. One such figure now stood cornered by the suited duo, complete with briefcases and Asher holding glasses to his face, reading from a paper with silly scribbles on it, as if to act the part.

"Due to the illegal means by which you have acquired your candy, we are here to enforce the candy tax."

On cue, Yedda held out her hand to the small deer, and Kiken'na looked between the both of them with a frown of confusion. "C-Candy tax? Pippin didn't say anything about a candy tax."

Asher rolled up the scroll and shrugged. "That's the thing about fine print, my dear," he tried his best not to break character and snort at the pun, "if you don't read it, you sign your life away."

Patiently, and slightly guilty internally, Yedda continued to hold out her pale hand. She brushed her other hand against her pant leg, still unused to the feeling of fabric there.

"Um... a-all right..." Having been convinced by the far taller duo that stood before her, Kiken'na reached up to pull off the decorative flower crown she had been wearing for the day. Knowing Yedda liked flowers, she gently laid them in the lady's palm. "It's... all I have. Can I go now?"

"It'll do," Asher said with a shrug. Yedda nodded, and Kiken'na quickly scampered off, her ears held low against her hair.

Clutching the flower crown in her hands, Yedda hugged herself lightly and turned her head toward Asher as he stepped up beside her. "Was that... good?"

Three tendrils of shadows rose up behind them, one of which took the flower crown from Yedda to store safely within itself. Reaching around her, Asher's fingers threaded through flyaway strands of white hair as he grinned in dark but pure joy. "Absolutely," he responded.

"Come now, we have a few others who need to pay up."

(650 words!)

Description

A Collab between BlueBlueFox and I! COME READ HER LOVELY WRITING, She owns Yedda and I own Asher uvu

"Are you quite certain I cannot wear a skirt..."

"Very veeeeerrry certain my dear. Mostly due to the fact I don't have a skirt."

From the depths of a dark closet in his room, the tall demon produced a suit. Much of the closet itself was full of suits and the like, from business formal to business casual, all decorated with the colors and intricacies of the steampunk school they were in. Several of his shadows stretched from the depths to brush any dust and lint off the clothing he held.

"Halloween or whatever is all about dressing up," Asher continued, taking it on himself to educate his guest and -- dare he say it -- friend. "Out of the ordinary, you see. And you, my dear, should try on some pants -- but not just any pants~" Holding the suit of dark red and black up to Yedda, he nodded as she tilted her head curiously. "Yeeeessss. Suits make the person."

"What will... we be dressed up as then?" Yedda stood up from her seat on the bed, holding the suit out in front of her, and then up against her. Although Asher had incredibly long legs, the pants didn't seem to be the type that would hike up onto her torso as a result. How lovely. "Costumes have names, do they not?"

"That they do." Asher pulled a business formal suit from his closet and held its dark violet and brown set up to his body with a hum and nod. "We will be... tax collectors."

"T.... Tax collectors?"

"The one, true fear."

A fear that the candy hunters would discover lurked in their halls all too soon. While most of the students on campus didn't quite partake in the scavenger hunting or anything like that, there were a curious three who were on the leader board for it. Those three had rumored to be the type to barrel over other students who just barely managed to stumble across a candy without meaning to, getting mugged for it. One such figure now stood cornered by the suited duo, complete with briefcases and Asher holding glasses to his face, reading from a paper with silly scribbles on it, as if to act the part.

"Due to the illegal means by which you have acquired your candy, we are here to enforce the candy tax."

On cue, Yedda held out her hand to the small deer, and Kiken'na looked between the both of them with a frown of confusion. "C-Candy tax? Pippin didn't say anything about a candy tax."

Asher rolled up the scroll and shrugged. "That's the thing about fine print, my dear," he tried his best not to break character and snort at the pun, "if you don't read it, you sign your life away."

Patiently, and slightly guilty internally, Yedda continued to hold out her pale hand. She brushed her other hand against her pant leg, still unused to the feeling of fabric there.

"Um... a-all right..." Having been convinced by the far taller duo that stood before her, Kiken'na reached up to pull off the decorative flower crown she had been wearing for the day. Knowing Yedda liked flowers, she gently laid them in the lady's palm. "It's... all I have. Can I go now?"

"It'll do," Asher said with a shrug. Yedda nodded, and Kiken'na quickly scampered off, her ears held low against her hair.

Clutching the flower crown in her hands, Yedda hugged herself lightly and turned her head toward Asher as he stepped up beside her. "Was that... good?"

Three tendrils of shadows rose up behind them, one of which took the flower crown from Yedda to store safely within itself. Reaching around her, Asher's fingers threaded through flyaway strands of white hair as he grinned in dark but pure joy. "Absolutely," he responded.

"Come now, we have a few others who need to pay up."

(650 words!)