Halloween II, for Ilsa and Nall.

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[Tarvek has been busy-busy-busy making costumes.  He's got one for Ilsa, a beautiful knight's armor, weapons and accessories for Nall, and he's working on his own costume, chuckling over the details.]

[The house is now occupied once more by drones and Tarvek, and he's taken advantage to convert every bit of space he can reasonably ransack to his work, but the main costume shop is in the garage.  He's taken over the drone Betty-Luka's sewing machine, her iron and ironing board, he's usurped her laundry area.  He's got dummies he's constructed all over the place.

Today he's sitting cross-legged on his own workbench, tailor-fashion, as he carefully creates the graceful curve of a coat lapel for himself.]

[He's expecting Ilsa, and possibly Nall to come on over and see what he's up to.]

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[ooeeooahah]

[ She relaxes when he finally sets aside his sewing and embraces her. ]

It means little in my world, these days, but in my family, it usually means a weekend of food, punctuated by some subtle grilling and interrogation.

[ She chuckles and kisses the top of his head. ]

So, about the same, but less intense and hopefully less stressful.

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[He's not sure what he thinks. He's not slow to commit -- but it's still a huge step off a tall cliff. Taller, because it's all tied to another world, another culture, a strange family... But he does adore her.]

It... I...

If it happens, and we can go through, then... yes. I'd like to try. But....

[small voice]

I don't know if I will be any good at it, you know.

[And the truth is, he doesn't think it will happen. But he does think that, here, given half a chance, he will stay beside her forever, if she lets him.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ She pulls him up to her level, chuckling. ]

You're rather good at what you've applied yourself to so far.

[ She gives him a slow, soft kiss that promises a lot of forever, no matter where they are. ]