33 Apocalypse Ave, Tuesday Afternoon

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For Anders the little demon, Halloween was a day full of his usual mischief. Sprinkling a little itching powder in some underwear drawers, sneaking into a few houses to turn the thermostat three degrees too hot, and -- just to cap off the day -- blowing on some mainland traffic lights to turn them red at inconvenient times.

He was still chuckling over the last one as he let himself into the house and sat down on the couch, tail extended along the cushions. He needed to take a TV break before it was time for trick-or-treating and some real fun.

[OOC: Open post.]

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Most people would be slightly more horrified at the possibility than that, Dante.

"Nooooooooo," Kathy intoned slowly, the words taking their toll in concentration. She was also pouting. "Roooooodent."

The squirrels she'd managed to pounce on on her way to Eliot's and the rabbit brains he'd so kindly left her from his hunt that morning.

[rebelseekspizza]

Nobody said he wasn't horrified, jesus, narrative. Learn to understate.

"Ew," Dante commented. "So maybe we don't let you leave the house again. Shit can't be healthy."

[spin_kick_snap]

Pffft. Understating required chill and this was Kathy's account. Pfft.

"Braaaaaaaaains," she pointed out. What was she supposed to do for dinner, then? Especially since some people got weirded out when she stored them in the fridge. EVEN IN TUPPERWARE.

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"No brains for you," Dante told her sternly.

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Why did you want her to starve, Dante! She was a growing zombie! She needed her brains!

"Braaaaaaaaaaaains," she said stubbornly, hugging her lunch to her chest in case Dante tried to take it. "Huuuuungry."

No surprises there.

[rebelseekspizza]

She was a grown woman who currently thought she was a zombie! No, she didn't need her brains!

"No," Dante said. "Taking you back to your room. Spend the rest of the day watching cartoons or something."

He reached for her arm.

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She clacked her jaws at him, snapping them closed bare millimeters from his fingertips. "Nooooooo!" she protested. "Halloweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!"

The one night of the year where the monsters were free to roam like people! And Anders had so many tricks planned! And she even had a costume!

...It was a sheet with two holes cut into it. Look, zombies weren't particularly creative, okay?

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante rolled his eyes. Her little blunt teeth didn't scare him. So he took her arm and pulled her towards her room. "I don't care," he said. "You're gonna appreciate this tomorrow."

[spin_kick_snap]

Hey! The human mouth could apply over a hundred pounds of pressure! That was something to worry about!

Granted, not if one were a Nephilim who could heal that while snarking about it, but, like, in general.

Kathy struggled against his grip, but she couldn't break it when she had full flexibility and muscles that weren't atrophied. In her current state she didn't stand a chance, especially since she was clinging to her container of brainsadillas. "Noooooooo!" she said, batting at his hand. Some of the stitches holding her finger on snapped and the digit flapped loosely at him. "Noooooo! Whyyyyyy?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"Because real you is gonna have enough of a meltdown tomorrow without me letting you out into the crowd gnawing on shit and rambling about brains," Dante said.

He tugged her into the room and shut the door behind them.

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"Reeeeeeeeeeal," Kathy grumbled, glaring at him as she hunted for more suture string and a needle. Having her finger loose was just going to make things difficult in the future. That was on her snatchin' hand!

(Secret tip, both hands were her snatchin' hand!)

"Reeeeeeal." She was real! Real and corporeal and nowhere near as bright as she'd been when she was alive, but that had been years ago. And she talked less this way, too. Why wasn't he happy?

[rebelseekspizza]

"No, you're not real. You're some weird Halloween zombie-Kathy," Dante said, leaning back against the door as he watched her.

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She looked at him, then down at herself, and then back at him. And then pinched herself.

Which elicited no reaction because, again, zombie.

"Yooooou weeeird," she retorted. Belatedly. Witty verbal ripostes were also absent from this model.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante rolled his eyes at her. "Sit down and watch some TV or something."

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Kathy pointed to her bookshelf. "Reeeeeeeead," she countered. Her finger moved to him and then back to the shelf. "Yooooou."

You wanted to stick her in her room instead of letting her wander on the night of all nights? You could entertain her yourself, then.

Reading from the collection of brightly-colored children's books she had; the only books that she was capable of comprehending.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante pulled another face. "No," he said, pulling away from the door to find the remote.

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"Whyyyyyyyyyyy?" she demanded.

Dante, you were being horrifically unreasonable, even for a breather.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Because I can't sit here and read you books all day," Dante said. "There's parties."

Spoiler: he would not be going to them.

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"Meeeeeee!" Kathy said forcefully, jerking her thumb towards her chest. "Paaaaaaarty!"

He was not allowed to lock her in her room and then go to all the parties she'd been planning on going to!

[rebelseekspizza]

"You're a zombie. You're not going to a party," Dante said, turning on the TV.

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Kathy glared at Dante, frustrated. Eliot was a werewolf, Raven a seamonster, and Anders was a demon and no one was telling them they couldn't go to parties!

But that was a very complicated thought to have, never mind actually say aloud. "Paaaaaarrrrrrrtyyy," she said, pointing at him again. That should get the point across, right?

[rebelseekspizza]

"Nooooooooo," Dante said, drawing out the exact same tone.

[spin_kick_snap]

You were the worst, Dante, no matter how much she was going to appreciate you during her flight out of the house tomorrow.

"Yooooooou gooooooo!" she protested, trying to get him to acknowledge how arbitrary and unfair his standards were. It wasn't like she was planning on eating any monster brains! Just human ones!

[rebelseekspizza]

"I'm not a zombie who wants to eat people's brains," Dante pointed out.

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"Huuuuuumans," she insisted.

Which was totally all right for consumption, right?