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Balthazar Blake comes back inside from a brief stint outside to get some fresh air.

"... What."

You see that? Over there? The fellow sniggering?

He's sniggering at you Balthazar.

"I could share." Balthazar informs the erstwhile joker ominously. He could, too - illusions come easy to him. He is, of course, a little preoccupied - he gets the impression this 'shirt' opens all the way to the navel. He isn't impressed.

"You could, but I might enjoy it and that would defeat the purpose wouldn't it?"

"Not entirely - I still wouldn't be the only one in this outfit." Balthazar replies calmly, his ring begining to take on an eerie shine.

Yes, Bar knew full well not to take away his rings. It'd not go over well.

"If that's your issue, you should make it so everyone is in that outfit."

Of course the Bar wouldn't be that silly.

"Not feeling festive?" asks the skeleton-painted not'cat on the couch near the fire.

"I was perfectly in the holiday spirit before... This." He grumbles, shooting the Bar a dark look. A powerful sorcerer? Perfect for Halloween, as it is celebrated now.

"Have a seat and a mug of spiced cider. There is not much one can do, when the Bar is celebrating a holiday, except wait it out with as much dignity as one can retain."

"In this?" He's fairly sure that dignity and this jumpsuit have never been on speaking terms.

But he does sit. Spiced cider is, after all, fairly tasty.

"I did not say it would necessarily be a large amount of dignity," he says, smiling as he sips from his own mug of spiced cider.

His wings are hidden beneath the shoulders of the giant coat, but more impressive is the hat with plume.

Or the sword, but Skellig hasn't noticed that yet. He's more confused by the eyepatch. It won't seem to come off of his face.

Also, he makes swishy noises when he walks.

Well.

It seems he's not the only unlucky one.

He still isn't pleased about this, however. But he can allow himself to be distracted by the very fantastic plume - he hasn't seen one of those in ages.

Noriko is doing her best to not laugh. Really, she is.

She really has no room to laugh at Balthazar given her own costume. But it's not always so easy to resist.

He raises an eyebrow at her (and her child-size kimono on a non-child-sized body) and bows, greeting her properly in Japanese.

Just a polite bow. He spent enough time there to know the difference between being polite and being subservient.

She just lifts a brow at the formal greeting, and only barely inclines her head in response.

"...So I'm guessing that's some sort of sadistic rendition of Elvis. Hopefully." She makes no comment about herself; it's been a really long time since she was in a kimono of her own volition, and she doesn't generally enjoy the experience. This one, taken from the complete lack of length or breadth, seems to have nothing in common with the others.

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