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[halfemptyglasses]

Mirai had been warned about Halloween hijinx, but she wasn't warned about the method in which it would manifest. She skitters off balance when her outfit shifts completely, her cardigan and dress giving way to-

".......really?! How unpleasant," she swears at the bandages covering her from head to toe.

Hey, can't go wrong with the classics, right?

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[herr_bookman]

Autor nods. "Would you like a blanket? Or a pillow?"

The woman kisses her lover, screams, and promptly dies. "Nancy, send in another fiancée."

[halfemptyglasses]

"I wasn't even thinking of that. ...it might be nice. Is it safe?"

[herr_bookman]

Autor blinks at her. "Ish what shafe, Missh Kuriyama?" he asks, looking for clarification.

[halfemptyglasses]

"Sleeping in the bar like that."

[herr_bookman]

"Oh!" Autor says, blinking once more. "I think it ish. I've shlept in the bar before and was left alone. But I... wouldn't leave you alone. I'd try to wake you up and get you to bed if you really wanted to shleep."

[halfemptyglasses]

Mirai rests her arms on her middle, curled up in her corner of the booth.

"...I like sitting here and watching movies with you."

[herr_bookman]

Autor beams, grateful, He blushes a bit, soft and mellow and feeling like he could float right out of the booth--but why would he want to?

"I like watching moviesh with you, too," he says, almost shy. Not that he's been paying much attention to the movie.

He eventually turns away from her to order a soft, pink blanket and a pillow, which the rat delivers quickly.

[halfemptyglasses]

She gives him half a smile. "Trying to give me nightmares?"

[herr_bookman]

For a moment, he's startled, but then he relaxes when he realizes that she's talking about the movies. "I hope not," Autor says, back to smiling. "I hope your shleep is peacheful, and not at all filled with monshtersh that aren't monshtersh."

He shakes out the blanket in the booth and offers it to her, along with the pillow.

[halfemptyglasses]

"Or jazz pianists, apparently," she says, commenting on the movie. "You're not a jazz pianist, are you?"

[herr_bookman]

"No," Autor says, holding the pillow. "I'm a classical pianist. Though I am in a band with a jazz bassist and a guitar player who play with some of Bach's compositions."

[halfemptyglasses]

"You're going to fall to the jazz, but I guess you're safe until then," Mirai assesses, accepting the pillow and tucking it behind her head.

[herr_bookman]

"Oh, no, I hope that'sh not prophetic," Autor says, grinning around his fangs. He next offers her the blanket.

The woman on screen disappears under a pile of seaweed in slow motion, to the robot's comment: "She's turning into a Caesar salad!"

[halfemptyglasses]

Mirai accepts the blanket and tucks herself in, surprisingly comfortable in costume and booth and company. It's not long before she dozes off, the hauntings in the movie getting blandly creepier.