[There's a ten year old boy sitting on the maze party's drinks table, swinging legs clad in knee-high socks and nursing a glass of caramel-flavoured wine, which... might be a little concerning to some, but the demons don't seem troubled at all by the severely underage drinking. Some are even topping him up. That's hell for you.]
Hi! [He smiles merrily at anyone who approaches and leans over his knees.] Party's getting a little dull, isn't it. Wanna play?
[He's already playing. A game of pretend, and whoever he's talking to is already part of it.
Later, he can be found wandering through the maze, trying to locate the exit, and he might just walk into your legs, since he's a terribly short ten year old. He didn't have a growth spurt until he was twelve; that's when he shot right up.
He'll also be found in a quiet corner of the party playing poker with various demons, curiously examining the candy-wrapped drugs, and trying and failing to retrieve his device from the head of a scarecrow after it was tied there by a sore loser of a demon.]
Reach Up High; [Closed to Monika]
[Regardless of the promise of losing one of his sins, Pegasus' hackles are up the moment he's selected by the demons. After the fog, he's wary, weary, and really just wants to relax and enjoy Halloween, so he's relieved when they explain that the activity isn't torture this time. Just trick or treating. Or rather, an adult take on it. That, he's happy to do.
He knows exactly what door to go to and exactly what kind of treat or hand he's going to offer. They're one in the same, for what he has it mind; whether it's a treat or a helping hand is all in the delivery.
It's late once he's set everything up. Not so late that Monika will be asleep, but late enough to make drinking an acceptable activity. He raps his knuckles on her door and calls through, loud and melodious:]
Trick or treat~!
[Then amends, chuckling:]
Well, hand or treat, but that doesn't flow as well.
Pegasus J. Crawford | Yu-Gi-Oh
[There's a ten year old boy sitting on the maze party's drinks table, swinging legs clad in knee-high socks and nursing a glass of caramel-flavoured wine, which... might be a little concerning to some, but the demons don't seem troubled at all by the severely underage drinking. Some are even topping him up. That's hell for you.]
Hi! [He smiles merrily at anyone who approaches and leans over his knees.] Party's getting a little dull, isn't it. Wanna play?
[He's already playing. A game of pretend, and whoever he's talking to is already part of it.
Later, he can be found wandering through the maze, trying to locate the exit, and he might just walk into your legs, since he's a terribly short ten year old. He didn't have a growth spurt until he was twelve; that's when he shot right up.
He'll also be found in a quiet corner of the party playing poker with various demons, curiously examining the candy-wrapped drugs, and trying and failing to retrieve his device from the head of a scarecrow after it was tied there by a sore loser of a demon.]
Reach Up High; [Closed to Monika]
[Regardless of the promise of losing one of his sins, Pegasus' hackles are up the moment he's selected by the demons. After the fog, he's wary, weary, and really just wants to relax and enjoy Halloween, so he's relieved when they explain that the activity isn't torture this time. Just trick or treating. Or rather, an adult take on it. That, he's happy to do.
He knows exactly what door to go to and exactly what kind of treat or hand he's going to offer. They're one in the same, for what he has it mind; whether it's a treat or a helping hand is all in the delivery.
It's late once he's set everything up. Not so late that Monika will be asleep, but late enough to make drinking an acceptable activity. He raps his knuckles on her door and calls through, loud and melodious:]
Trick or treat~!
[Then amends, chuckling:]
Well, hand or treat, but that doesn't flow as well.