#niccho

the last thing callum looks for in public is attention. he still can't wrap his head around when people have to stare when he's putting out fires — yeah, sure, they can be scary and dangerous, but why is it that disasters always leave people more dazed and confused, rooted to the spot, when they have every free will not to? why not run? is destruction really that fascinating?

but also, couldn't the same be said for halloween costumes? did everyone really have to be so obvious when they were choosing to stare?

"i should just let you go without that damn thing." the two of them are a comedically stark contrast of one another, nic's twisted garb of thin sheeted fabric wrapped scantily around his torso and waist to cover him in only the most necessary areas while callum is... a very unhappy looking and fully clothed clark kent. he tugs at the collar of his dress shirt uncomfortably. in the midst of the halloween stalls and carnival rides and everything else overloaded their senses, nic had misplaced his phone which equated to a mild public freakout and callum's drive to jump out of this costume even more severe.

i really hate niccho