Soliel: I…uh… I think I hear my mom calling for me. Sorry. [rushes off]
Provence: Great timing, Hal. Thanks.
Halloween: What? How is any of this my fault?
Provence: Of course it is. You just had to come just then.
Halloween: Like I was supposed to know! What do you think you’re doing anyway? Friends don’t kiss friends, Provence.
Provence: [scoffs] You’re just jealous because it wasn’t you.
Halloween: Whatever. I’m going to go talk to her. Because that’s what friends do.
Provence: FINE!
Halloween: Hey guys, sorry I’m–woah.
Provence: What if… I don’t want to be the villain?
Soliel: I-uh… you can be whatever you want to be.
Provence: Even the hero that saves the damsel?
Soliel: [quiet] You’re very close…
Altair: Alright, stop looking at me like that already. Something may have happened.
Clover: [deadpan] Uh-huh.
Altair: [sighs] There may have been an incident about a month ago…
Clover: Please tell me you didn’t.
Altair: I might have…?
Altair: Why do you have to automatically assume that I’ve done something? Maybe things are just awkward because they’re awkward.
Clover: [doubtful look]
Clover: Oh no… Altair, what did you do?
Altair: What do you mean?
Clover: Don’t pretend like I can’t tell when you’re not giving me the whole story. So go on, spill the beans.
Altair: [groans]
Clover: What. Did. You. Do?
Clover: The night’s barely started. Why do you already look all doom and gloom? Don’t tell me you’ve got a sugar hangover already?
Altair: Uh, no. I haven’t had any candy.
Clover: Does it have to do with Mr. Perfect over there?
Altair: Do you have to call him that?
Clover: If the shoe fits? [shrugs shoulder] What is he doing here anyway? It’s kind of weird.
Altair: I invited him…
Clover: Wait. I must have missed the memo. Since when you are two back on any kind of speaking terms?
Altair: Uh… a little over a month now. It’s still kind of awkward…
Provence: [Dracula voice] What a pretty neck you have, fair lady.
Soliel: [over dramatic] Oh no! Please spare me!
Provence: Bwahaha. Won’t you join me for a bite?
Soliel: [fake screams]
Provence: [chuckles] You make a pretty good damsel.
Soliel: You make a pretty good villain.
Provence: [quiet] Villian… huh?
Soliel: What’s wrong?
Provence: Aren’t villain’s always on the losing side?
Soliel: Well… yeah. I mean, good always prevails in the end. It would be kind of sad if it didn’t. Don’t you think?
Provence: … I guess so.
Aprium: [grumbling to self] Ugh… why do I have to be here with my sister’s stupid friends?
Provence: Hello fair maiden! What brings such a delicate flower to these parts?
Soliel: [giggles] Hi Provence. What are you supposed to be?
Provence: [in classic Dracula voice] I, my dear flower, am a Vampire.
Soliel: It really suits you.
Aprium: You two are lame. I’m out of here.
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