#attach

Big News Morgans: Not you. Put that ‘S’ away young lady!

Vivi: Why am I not surprised you hate the holidays too?

Big News Morgans: Incorrect as always Princess, holiday editions sell like hotcakes! It’s money well spent! *glancing at Jackie* Though it does seemed to have been funneled to some unnecessary expenses..

Jackie: *chuckles tensely* Come on Boss, we can’t let ROYALTY wear our bargain bin extra costumes! Plus, don’t they look just lovely?

Vivi: *smiling while adjusting her strawhat*

Wapol: *stuffing his face with blue cheese eyeballs while in a Wooly Hippo onesie*

Big News Morgans: *sarcastic* Like the belles of the ball.

Attach: *appearing in a cloud of smoke* Nin-nin, it’s time for the Monster Mash everyone.

Jackie: You gonna play us in Phantom?

Masked Deuce: *adjusting his new mask* I’ll do my best.

Jackie: Only people with an iota of spirit get to cut up these rugs which means *dramatic point* you are banned from the dance floor until I see a costume Morgans!

Big News Morgans: It’s almost sad that you think I care about wasting time and money.

Attach: *whispering to the group* We should just let him go, the boss has got two left webbed feet anyway.

Big News Morgans: …Care to repeat that and get sent to dancing on the unemployment line?

Vivi: Care to prove us wrong?

[Morgans glares before walking into his office and slamming the door…only to return a few minutes later in a red leather jacket with black leather pants]

Jackie: *gagging*

Masked Deuce: I see we found your kryptonite.

Big News Morgans: *adjusting a singular sparkling glove* Time to remind you all who owns the front page! Start the music!

=================================

Mimi: [[Would anyone like a second scary helping?]]

Gabe: OOH!! ME PLEASE!!

Gryphon: *eyeing dish warily* What’s so scary about it Auntie Mimi?

Mimi: [[How scary good it is of course!]]

Nemo: :00 GOST!! GOST!!

Buggy: *rushing into room* Is that your famous Boo-ghetti! Ooh, gimme gimme—AHH!

[Buggy runs towards the plate only for Mimi to pull it back at the last second, causing him to land in a comedic heap.]

Mimi: [[Too slow blockhead! :p]]

Buggy: *sneaking plate with disembodied hand and running* You’re the blockhead, blockhead! Come on kids, the Great Pumpkin is waiting for us!

Buggy + Kids: GREAT PUMPKIN! GREAT PUMPKIN! GREAT PUMPKIN!

Mimi: *playfully shakes head as they leave and begins to clean up*

Marco: There you are-yoi. Thought you were still out doing whatever required a Marine uniform.

Mimi: [[Just a little harmless party crashing. Nothing to write home about really.]]

Marco: *arches eyebrows* I don’t believe that for a second. Might have to tag along next time to be sure though.

Mimi: *flushed* [[You'd make for much more enjoyable company.]]

[The two bust themselves with the cleanup.]

Mimi: [[Thank you. I know cleaning isn’t the ideal way to celebrate.]]

Marco: *shrugging* I couldn’t properly celebrate knowing you were doing this alone anyway.

Mimi: *steeling her nerves* [[What a gentleman. Such kindness deserves a reward non?]]

Marco: Oh you don’t have to—.

Mimi: [[How about…a kiss?]]

Marco: *internally short circuiting* What.

Mimi: [[A kiss. Would you like one?]]

Marco: F-from you-yoi? Right here?! I…*staring into her eyes* Yes.

Mimi: [[Alright, close your eyes.]]

[He does so only to feel not lips against his own but his top hat being lifted as a sudden, previously invisible weight is moved from his head to his palm. He cracks his eyes open to see a bag of chocolate kisses in his hand.]

Mimi: *holding whiteboard in front of her (flushed) face* [[Gotcha!]]

Marco: *awkwardly laughing* Ha-ha. No I totally knew you were gonna do that. I was just playing along—

Mimi: *kissing him quickly on the nose before disappearing* *spoken distantly* Happy Halloween! *muttering* Oh my seas I can’t believe I actually did it!

Marco: *blushing while absentmindedly touching nose* Happy Halloween…

=================================

Latte: Alright, that’s 50 buckets of candy cleared. That only leaves… *checks pile* 275 left to go.

Benedict: We can do it Madame Sheriff!

Latte: *smiling tiredly* Of course we can Benny. *checking watch* It’s about time for your 30 minute break, go have some fun for the both of us?

Benedict: *saluting* Yes Madame Sheriff! Question: Can I spend my break here?

Latte: *huffing, amused* I take it I can’t stop you Deputy?

Benedict: With all due respect Madame? No you cannot 😌

???: But I can stop both of you!

Latte: *grab compact* Big Sis Brûlée?

Brûlée: I am not gonna let you spend another Halloween like this!

Latte: It’s fine, I’m happy to do it really. Keeping the people safe from all things that go bump in the night is what being a Minister is all about.

Brûlée: Uh-huh…and avoiding Big Bro Cracker's Annual Rager every year is just coincidental?

Latte: *slightly stiff* Yes, well…*clears throat* That is purely coincidence, happenstance none of us can help. It’s practically tradition at this point and who are we to mess with tradition?

Brûlée: Fine. If you’re not coming here…THEN I'M COMING THERE 😭! NOBODY HERE UNDERSTANDS MY COSTUME AND THIS EDM IS SCRAMBLING MY BRAIN!

[Latte places the mirror on the ground and Brûlée hops through.]

Latte: *tilts head* Ah. I see. You’re the Phantom Thief Carina.

Brûlée: *hugging Latte tight* I knew you’d understand 😭! Everyone saying I was CP9 agent!

Benedict: *in realization* Oh! The hat isn’t helping Miss Brûlée!

Brûlée: Hmph! They just don’t understand my niche! *sighing in relief* It’s so nice and quiet here! I’m never going back!

[The sisters and platypus chuckle when a sudden ominous shadow looms over them.]

Ominous Shadow: *monotone* Boo.

Brûlée: AAAAAAA‼️‼️

Benedict: AAAAAA‼️‼️

Latte: *swings whip before pausing* Big Bro Katakuri?! You almost gave us a heart attack!

Katakuri: ..I also don’t want to be at Cracker's party.

Latte: *patting seat* Very well but please don’t do that again. I do not have a warrior's heart nor the skills necessary to take down a mad scientist's monster.

Katakuri: *pats Latte's head before sitting down*

Brûlée: *calmed down* This is nice…*picks out candy bar with nunchucks in it* in a morbid way.

Benedict: It’s always the highlight of my Halloween!

Latte: This is certainly going a lot faster than usual. It feels..

Katakuri: Like a new kind of tradition.

Latte: *smile growing on face* I suppose so…

First attested in English ca. 1600, from French attaquer, "to assault or join battle against", which in turn is from attaccare, "to join (battle)", in the Florentine dialect of Italian. The Italian is in fact borrowed from an earlier Old French word, atachier, meaning "to shore up, fix in place, or attach". That word is comprised of the Latin prefix a- or ad-, meaning "to or toward", and an unidentified root also found in Modern English attach and detach, possibly Frankish *stakon, "a post or stake", from Proto-Germanic *stakon-, "a post or stake", from Proto-Indo-European *steg-, "a pole or stick".

This word therefore shares an etymological root with Modern English attach, which entered English in the mid 14th century as a legal term with the definition "to take or seize property as a legal action", and was indeed also used to express the concept of "to assault or join battle against" up until the 17th century, when attack replaced it. Words that share an etymological root are called doublets. In this case, the root in question is Old French atachier.