[ME] [SE] paper faces on parade

The haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

Goose remained at home, a fact which the husky did not agree on and said as much in a series of argumentative roos and snorts. All while Iskra worked to put together his black pants, shirt, and boots, the dog acutely aware it wasn't Iskra's work attire or staying in attire, meaning they were supposed to go out and do something exciting. So it was the dog threatened tug-of-war with the dark plaid cloak he'd made, nearly causing the plain pale mask to slip off his face as he wrestled the garment from the mongrel. It left a smear of saliva on one end and a few tooth marks that could almost pass as some of Ludo's raggedy ends, if they'd been uniform. Adamant, Iskra had only managed to escape by bribing Goose with a hefty dose of treats, sneaking out the house when the dog was occupied by stuffing his face.

So alone he arrives to the party, admiring the woods with a fond brush of his hand as he goes through their beautiful display and haunting weave. The sound of the masquerade is impossible to miss, and the scent of all the delectable goods it has to offer. He's only got his sights set on one person though, and with her own gaze scanning the crowd, this will prove tricky. So he waits, lingering in the shadow of a tree, careful not to let the lanternlight or some nosy busy body give him away too early. When Melita turns away, he sneaks up behind her, leaning in by her ear to place a "boo!"

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Costume made [SE] Sew me what you know

Iskra

I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, I shake it off