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"SURRENDER YOUR PANTS!"

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[ihlini-witch.livejournal.com]

"Excuse me?"

A stern lady turns from where she was talking to Charlie and eyes the triplets with deep suspicion.

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

"We will take your pants. Or shirt. Or socks. We have shoelaces." There are three of them, for the record. A devil, witch and skeleton. Small creatures, some would call them children. Others wouldn't.

[ihlini-witch.livejournal.com]

Ginevra is dressed in a simple, timeless pale blue dress that would be at home in most places, from Gondor to San Francisco to Corruscant.

Socks and shirt are not in evidence, and she would probably find it very impolite to be asked about underpants.

"What are you going to do with the shoelaces?" she asks. She knows children; she's got a son himself. He's a bit too young to dress up as anything scary yet, but she understands the childlike mindset that leads to doing such things.

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

"For Joe." If Ginevra's son ends up even remotely like these three when he is their age, she will give up before even trying to understand his mindset.

And for impoliteness, they would have asked if they had thought of it. But they tend to forget underpants.

[ihlini-witch.livejournal.com]

Ginevra's son might, in fact, do with more dressing up as scary things as he grows up. That would lighten his mood considerably, poor fellow. But Ginevra doesn't know that yet.

"Who is Joe?" she asks, patiently.

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

Does he want three little friends? They can entertain him! Really!

"Joe is the man doll we're making. We need clothes to stuff. We've got the stuffing." The little skeleton that is speaking motions to the Tub behind him. There are various things in Tub including but not limited to a puffskein, a scorpion and demon bunny butts.

[ihlini-witch.livejournal.com]

Ginevra doesn't ask what they are making the doll for; you don't ask kids such things. They are making a life-sized doll because they are making a life-sized doll.

Ginevra turns to the bar and asks for a colourful shirt.

She gets a loudly checkered one, green and purple and orange.

"Would you like that for your doll?" she says, offering it to the triplets.

Her little son, by the way, would most likely not be scared - he's got a lion, and anything stranger than him would have been such a relief. Unfortunately, no such thing is ever going to happen, and the very quiet and serious end result of it all can occasionally seen in the bar under the name of of_all_blood. Bloody Milliways, we need to invent new tenses - what hasn't happened yet for Ginevra is long past for Cynric.

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

*agrees wholeheartedly*

"That's alright." The Triplets take it, pass it around and each nod. Then the little devil takes out his lighter and burns a hole in the armpit.

[ihlini-witch.livejournal.com]

"What was that for?" Ginevra asks, watching with interest and amusement as part of the garment is burned.

She suspects that the answer is going to entertain her for a long time.

[agentlemantrue.livejournal.com]

Charles eyes the triplets with interest.

"My pants, you say?"

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Pants."

[agentlemantrue.livejournal.com]

"And why, pray tell, do you want my pants?"

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

"For Joe." Duuuuuh.

[agentlemantrue.livejournal.com]

Hmm.

"Who, exactly, is Joe, and why does he need my pants?"

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

"He's our pet." Rag doll. That they haven't made yet. But they're working on it.

"We have a shirt now." They show him a brightly colored shirt, complete with burn hole in the armpit.

[agentlemantrue.livejournal.com]

"I see."

There is a pause.

"Tell you what. I'll give you a pair of pants. Just not the ones that I am wearing right now."

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

"GIMME!" Grubby devil hands reach out.

[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

*smugly*

"Not wearing any."

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

*chokes*

The Triplets stare. For a minute. Then they start to snicker and mutter to each other darkly.

[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

Biff just grins, smooths his kilt, and continues to look smug.

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

"Your an awfully ugly girl."

[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

"You're an awfully ugly yak." And seeing as how the average yak isn't going to be winning a beauty pageant any time soon, that's saying something.

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

"I'm not a yak. I'm a demon."

[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

"And I'm not a girl. I'm a manwhore disciple. Of Jesus Christ."

Biff grins. He's seen scarier demons.

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

And those demons are probably real. This one is a mere costumed demon.

But that means nothing at the moment.

"What of who?" It is the skeleton speaking to him now.