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i am the shadow on the moon at night

Who: Phillip and Toushirou
What: A tiny Halloween party, complete with scary movies, candy, and bizarre death children commentary.
When: Halloween night
Where: Toushirou's house
Warnings: Small children talking about how unrealistic these death scenes are...?

Phillip tried to get Toushirou to go trick-or-treating, and was shot down hard. It was hard enough to get him to go last year, when they were hideen and there was a good chance of them getting attacked by monsters. Now that they were public and likely to get attacked by mobsters? Not gonna happen.

So, Phillip came up with a solution. Sure, he could have found other people to go trick-or-treating with. His parents were confused as to why he didn't take anyone up on those offers. But he didn't want to go trick-or-treating as much as he wanted to hang out with Toushirou.

That's how he winds up at Toushirou's, decked out in a halloween costume (even though he knows Toushirou won't wear one), a bag with candy and movies in one hand and a plastic scythe in the other. Yes, Phillip dressed up as the Grim Reaper. No, he doesn't see anything wrong with that.

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Honestly, last year would have been difficult even if the whole Numbered thing didn't exist, because Toushirou likes to think himself as too mature for something like trick-or-treating. Even moreso now that he'll be thirteen in a couple of months.

He answers the door when Phillip knocks, and true to expectation, he's not in a costume. He does, however, have his sword on his back. He doesn't take chances at home now. Too many people are getting killed and he's doesn't want to waste time getting to his weapon if someone attacks. "C'mon, get in."

No, he's not going to bother commenting on the Grim Reaper costume. Of course Phillip would pick something like that. Why not, right?

Phillip maintains that you are never too old to trick or treat. Parents even go out with their kids, right? (He fails to realize this is normally out of obligation, but oh well. The logic works in his mind at least.)

He beams as soon as his friend opens the door, coming inside immediately. The sword doesn't bother him at all- if he were public (and not a walking talking death machine), he would probably be carrying around a sword too. Once he's in, he'll sit down on the living room floor and pull out some movies. "Which one d'you wanna watch first?"

Parents go out to supervise their kids, Phillip; they're not trick-or-treating.

He doesn't particularly care one way or the other about scary movies, really. Not his preferred genre, but not because he finds them terrifying. Just not terribly his thing, but it's Halloween and Phillip had insisted they do something even if he'd shot down trick-or-treating, and he'd needed to get him to quit bugging him about it.

"I don't care. Whichever one sounds the least stupid." His movie criteria, folks. Not which one is the best, but which one is the least stupid. He's so generous in how he categorizes things.

Edited 2014-11-01 18:48 (UTC)

They get candy too! That totally counts.

Luckily, at this point in their friendship Phillip can understand 'Toushirou-ese' pretty well, so he's got a decent idea of what he means by least stupid. He'll go ahead and discard all the animated ones for the moment (which is a shame, since he really likes the one where it's about Halloween and Easter both), and opting for one of the ones his parents probably didn't know he took. "How about this one? I've never seen, but..."

Yeah, any of the animated ones would probably get on his nerves. Neither of them are five, come on.

So yes, there would be a point in Phillip's favour for dismissing the animated ones right off the bat. But then there is a dubious eyebrow going up when he sees the title Night of the Crooked Creep from New Jersey. Seriously? "That sounds the least stupid?"

He doesn't have high hopes for these, but wow.

Phillip eyed the rest of the pile. ...Maybe this should be the time where he really starts questioning his dad's taste in movies. "Yeah, pretty much," he says with a shrug, looking back at Toushirou, "Maybe it'll be so stupid it's funny?" 'So bad it's good' would be the phrase Phillip is looking for here, but he's forgotten it at the moment. Oh well. Toushirou probably doesn't believe in that idea anyway, but it was worth a shot.

Yes, Phillip, you should definitely start questioning your dad's taste in movies. This is a wise decision.

Neither of those concepts make sense to Toushirou anyway. If it's stupid, it's just stupid. And if it's bad, it's just bad. He doesn't get all this contradictory stuff.

"Whatever." He motions for Phillip to hand it to him. "If that's somehow the best we've got, might as well start it up." What is he in for tonight? Really.

Phillip hands it over, and promptly dumps out the candy he brought on the floor as well. Sofas are for losers, they can totally hang out down here even if Toushirou is going to keep up his increasingly puzzling charade of not liking candy. Phillip is planning on leaving all of it here for it to magically disappear when no one is looking.

He sits on the floor once he's go the movie in the DVD player -- he has to take his sword off his back and lay it across his lap for this -- but he is absolutely not touching that candy. Why is the charade increasingly puzzling, anyway? Not that it's actually a charade, of course. If the candy disappears, it certainly won't be because Toushirou has any.

Besides, Granny is in the kitchen at the moment, getting snacks together that he'll actually eat. Because movie nights demand snacks and she knows he won't be having candy. Of course.

To Phillip it's puzzling that Toushirou keeps it up since he knows Toushirou and knows it's a lie. They're friends. Phillip thinks Toushirou is cool and grown up enough without him trying to add in silly things about not liking candy. It's not like he's going to tell anyone... at least, not more than he already has.

The movie starts up, and it's already looking to be quite terrible. Phillip frowns at the title screen, already totally unimpressed. "Um... real blood doesn't look like that," he points out, confused. He's a theater kid and even they use more realistic stuff when it actually comes up.

But he didn't add it in! He's acted like that from the beginning! Besides, if he goes back on it now, then it would become obvious that it had been a lie. You know, like it isn't obvious already. Especially since that might be the smell of baked goods coming from the kitchen. Surely those aren't for his benefit.

"This is really pathetic; they could at least attempt to make it look real." It's pretty clear they're not even trying. At least he hopes they're not trying. Because if they are, it's an insult to effort itself.

Of course not. But, since those are coming from his Granny then Toushirou will probably use that as an excuse because otherwise he would upset her. (Phillip thinks he could also use this excuse for the candy, but that would mean he would have to actually admit he liked Phillip.)

"Yeah, I really hope they just knew it looked fake." They had to know, right? There's no way they could have put together a movie and not know how fake the blood looked.

That's totally sound logic, shush. Nevermind the obvious fact that if he doesn't like them, his granny wouldn't make them in the first place. Ignore that point and just keep watching the bad movie.

The movie that goes on for a few more minutes before it gets to the first death scene. And Toushirou frowns critically at it, not because of the timing -- the extras always get killed early in these things, right? -- or the brutality of the method. Nope, there's something else about it that bugs him.

"Honestly, it takes more force than that to cut through a head." He knows these things, okay?

What he hadn't known that Granny had chosen that moment to enter the living room with a snack tray. And she halts briefly, hearing that kind of talk, but composes herself quickly. "Does it?"

To her credit, she sounds only mildly disturbed.

Phillip doesn’t even notice that she’s even a little disturbed. After all, there is nothing weird at all about this conversation and clearly there would be no reason for her to be upset or anything, right? Right.

He turns around and beams at the woman, waving. “Hello! How are you?” Oh! She has cookies. This is the best Halloween not-party ever.

Though, in case she had any ideas about Phillip being the ‘normal’ child, he’ll be turning to look over at Toushirou. “How can you tell how much force he’s using?” Teach him about physics, Toushirou. And also murder.

Yes, cookies. Sugar cookies, even -- because everyone knows what a big fat lie Toushirou hating sweets is -- in various Halloween shapes, like ghosts and pumpkins. And gingerbread men with the icing done in such a way that they look like zombies. She's a cool old lady, obviously.

Toushirou actually winces when she speaks. Oh, crap. He'd just had to say something like that in front of her, hadn't he? She knows about the whole death god thing, but geez. The fact that he's constantly carrying his sword around probably doesn't help, either. She's understanding enough to let him do it, but she doesn't like it.

But she's game enough to smile at Phillip as she sets the tray on the coffee table. And to not burden the kid with her worries over her paranoid grandson. "Oh, very well, in spite of everything. I hope you can say the same."

She's just . . . not going to comment on that question.

Toushirou isn't sure whether he grabs a ghost cookie out of actually wanting one or just to keep his hands busy.

"Well . . . yeah." What, like he can take back what he said? "Look, there was no effort in that swing and the blade was in lousy shape, so it'd need a lot more than that to do it."

There's a distinct bit of discomfort in his voice, there. Because that attitude he usually displays? That goes away when he's with Granny. Especially on an awkward subject like this. And it's not murder, okay Phillip? Wow.

Edited 2014-11-08 03:32 (UTC)

She is the coolest old lady and these are the best cookies ever. Phillip picks up a pumpkin one, because orange is kind of like yellow and that's his favorite color so it'll taste even better. Logical.

Phillip is actually pretty aware of emotional states, so reading the air between Toushirou and his grandmother really isn't hard. He likes the woman, especially since so far she is the only guardian of a middle school Numbered who both knows and hasn't kicked their kid out. So that wins her a lot of points. Also, cookies.

He won't press on the question anymore, since he can see it's not a comfortable thing for his grandmother (and therefore not a comfortable thing for Toushirou when she was present), so he'll nibble on his cookie for a moment before smiling up at her. "Yeah, I'm pretty good. Thank you for the cookies!"

See? He can not talk about murder too. (And gosh Toushirou he meant the TV murder. It's not murder when you do it. Obviously.)

Family isn't something you just cast aside, as far as she's concerned. Death god or otherwise, Toushirou is her grandson and that's what's important. It's just . . . odd to hear two pre-adolescent kids casually talk about how to kill things. And a little grisly to find out a particular way Toushirou has apparently been using that sword of his.

But cookies are also good, yes.

"Glad to hear it." Very glad, considering the state the city is in. Nobody deserves what's been happening to the 'Numbered' around here, least of all the children. "I've got a few things to take care of in the other room, so I'll let you two get back to the movie. Just let me know if you need anything else."

Toushirou nods as she leaves, then relaxes a little. And takes a bite of the cookie. Say nothing about his eating the cookie, Phillip. It could be for any number of reasons that have nothing to do with liking it.

"Thank you!" Phillip calls after her, picking up another cookie to munch on once he's finished his first. And don't worry, Toushirou, he won't talk about it. He tried the head on confrontation with your 'sweets hate' and that didn't work, so he'll just be quiet about it. Kind of like trying to not scare a baby dear, or something.

Once she's gone, though, it's pretty obvious that their mood from before returns. So Phillip has no problems commenting on the movie again. "What's that supposed to be?" he asks, pointing at a weapon some guy pulled out of nowhere.

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