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Harley made a half-hearted groaning noise and flopped an arm over his eyes. âYou still wanna go to that party? When the forest is this alive?â He whined, absently touching the symbols that had been painted all over his torso for the celebration. They buzzed as if alive with an energy of their own. How could a club or a bar compare to this? âI donât have anything to wear.â He paused. That was obviously a lie. His entire closet was a death metal glam punk gothic explosion that was perfect for parties. âOn me, anyway. Iâd have to go home and change.â
âyes, i still want to go to that party,â she huffed. âiâm allowed to like both arenât i?â juno hadnât been painted up with as much enthusiasm as her twin. she didnât want to stain her clothes. she raised an eyebrow at him. âno you wouldnât, itâs halloween! youâre already wearing a lot more than most people.â













