#twinklefangs

Stu snorts, leaning against the kitchen counter with an apple already in hand. “Yeah, and yet you still made out with half of ’em last year, man.” He takes a bite, juice dripping down his chin as he grins. “Relax, it’s just spit and questionable life choices, we’ve all had worse.” He jerks his head toward the bucket. “C’mon, Loomis. Live a little. Worst case, you catch mono. Best case, you get to show everyone what real commitment looks like.”

“Yeah, mine too.” Joaquin lets out a short laugh, flicking his lighter open and shut. “Guess that’s why I spend every Halloween making up for lost time.” The flame catches for a second, painting his smirk in orange light. “They wanted me in by nine, lights out by ten, no costumes, no parties, no nothing.” Joaquin glances over at him, eyes glinting. “Now? I make it a rule to do the exact opposite.” He pockets the lighter and stands. “Come on. You’re with me now, fun’s not optional.”