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"LAXXYYYYY~!" (and there goes Laxus’ good mood~)

"--- Tch, will you cut it out, already?"

≺ ϟ ≻ ——-   Peturbation grew visible upon his virile lineaments. A sigh divulging such sentiment would abscond his subtle lips. His right eye-- where his dinstictive lightning mark was engraved, would twitch. An arm would be raised, thick dactyls would rub off a few golden spikes, covering his cranium, in order to scratch a little of the dermis, just to snap out of it. Apparently, he wasn't experiencing any sort of dream, nor an illusion---- and this was some bad luck that he had, knowing that this living nightmare will not end that soon---- not as soon as he wished too.

≺ ϟ ≻ ——-   Ever since this whole event evolving the infamous 'halloween' had started, the plural number of the Fairies--- let alone, in the whole Fiore, had been giving a positive reaction over something that the lightning user would consider insignificant. Worse? The Raijinshuu seemed to be one of the few people that would reveal the most excitement over it. While he had high hopes that this would be nothing for them to give their importance to-- it was overt that his assumptions stood wrong. Precisely, the Seith Mage. Hyperactiveness was one of the words that held enough of capability on depicting his persona-- but this time he seemed way excited. Worse? There was some sort of a party that Fairy Tail held-- how unusual, in a sarcastic way. Boisterous as always things were, in this place. Makarov always tends to exagerate things, while there's not much of a point. Ludicrous pleas was all that Laxus could circumscribe them as. Yet, ineluctable. Had he had the chance to grab a mission from the S-classified request board, and disappear until this clownish event would end--- will be a bless. But alas, he couldn't be offered with all the choices that he would desire to get. In despair, he could sit in a corner, having a drink quite tranquil, and retain calm, listening to music that his magical headphones would permit him to.

≺ ϟ ≻ ——-   A sole glance onwards the giant individual that stood right next to him, almost dragging the thunder mage to join this ridiculous event that the boisterous guild that he belongs to, had created. Well, precisely-- i order to join, you were forced to dress up yourself, in order to be in the climac. Hence both tall mannish figures were standing in front of a shop that is specialized in such kind. Unamusement maintained visible upon his visage, and Bickslow could tell that easily. Needless to say, remaining silent did not appear to have an impact.

"I said i ain't interested, goddammit."

"Hey there Bickslow!"

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