— toni's house, halloween night. ft. antonio beltran ( @tonibeltran )
Roman's never seen the appeal of Halloween. He can't recall it ever really being a thing in his youth — one of those things where American trends hadn't quite reached over the pond in the same quickness they did today — and then during university, hated 'having fun' (according to Harry) and leaned into that assumption of himself.
Now, here he was, forty-one years old, watching his best-friend-turned-something-more (and really, they needed a conversation on labels or whatever) excitedly greet children at the door, showering them in sweets, as the shop owner stubbornly remains on the couch, with his branded scowl on his face, arms crossed over his body as if to exude how unimpressed with it all he is.
... If he secretly finds Toni's enthusiasm endearing and extremely attractive, well, that's a secret he's taking to his grave.
"Please tell me that's the last of it and you can finally turn off your porch light!" He calls as the door shuts once more, finding that he is weirdly on edge on hearing the doorbell ring again, eyes peeling from where the latest episode of Buffy is on pause to the entrance. "I'm willing to break my vegetarianism and eat the leftover Haribos so you wouldn't be technically lying to the kids about being all out."
