This is...Halloween?

[mitochondriaaya]

Usually bumping and screaming from the back bedroom of a young girl was a sign for worry. In this case? well, it was common place. It probably would inspire some worry, if anyone besides the room residents were around. Luckily (commonly) the three kids were alone in the house. "BRAIG YOU'RE PULLING! THAT'S ATTACHED!!"

She'd woken up at her usual early hour, but the boys had already been standing at her door by the time she'd pulled it open to go find them. Standing at her door and grinning, which was never a good sign.

And they had bags.

Of stuff.

She hadn't gotten a good look at any of it as they all bustled back to her room for pre-Halloween prep. All she knew at the moment, in fact, was that Braig was still grinning. And Dilan was...laughing? She wasn't sure what those noises behind her were, and she couldn't turn around with Braig's hands in her hair and something cool and wet dripping onto her ears. "IF MY HAIR TURNS GREEN I WILL KICK YOU BOTH!"

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[sliceitwithwind]

"Dilan only gets sick at Christmas. His species doesn't do sick." Braig promises.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Huh...okay. I can understand that." cause she didn't get sick either really! She knew it was possible so she believed it. "Race to the next house?" she didn't wait for answer, just pelted off in Dilan's latest wake.

[sliceitwithwind]

"OKAY!" Dilan bolts down the street, laughing.

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya couldn't help but giggle as she followed. Dilan was so fast though, it was almost all she could do to keep him in sight! Their next pose was a little breathless on Aya's part.

As for Braig? Well, he couldn't complain about the running. It meant they hit more houses. Cherry street led into Magnolia if you took the back shortcut...and by half way down that Aya was actually stumbling a little. What? She was six. She was allowed to get a little tired!

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan, between the next few houses, makes sure that he doesn't lose them!

But running is fun.

"Uh oh. Time to take Aya home." Dilan slides his arm around her waist like she's a giant plush Moogle, "We got a lot done, though."

[mitochondriaaya]

"M'not tired." Aya protested just as any young child did. Young children also had the habit of passing out on the living room floor when they pushed it though...so...

"Got waaay too much candy." she didn't remember ever doing this well back home.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Nah. You can, like, ration it. Or use it for Braig bribes!" Dilan explains, chattering and supporting her anyway. "Besides, now it's trading time!"

[mitochondriaaya]

"But I don't need Braig to do anything..." she reasoned while knuckling her eyes. "Ohhh! Could I trade it for a bike? That not what it's like in New York but here's weird!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"No, trade it to me for fruit, or to Braig for candy you like better than what you got." Dilan explains, "And you never know - sometimes it's helpful to have ways to ow!"

The last is because of the gentle punch to the arm.

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya...blinked. She...really was a little lost. Trick-or-treating usually ended up with Aya not eating the candy she knew Maya wanted? To deal with the boys though she'd have to figure out some favorites. Or their favorites. That might be easier? "Okay" she offered simply. Then? She kicked Braig's shin.

He deserved it for hitting.

[sliceitwithwind]

Braig obediently hopped around on one foot for a couple of minutes, laughing his ass off.

"Come on, my house!" he said when he was done, and Dilan bolted that way.

[mitochondriaaya]

And since Aya was nominally attached to the Dilan, she...well, she didn't bolt. She kinda dragged, and kinda flapped in the wind, and maybe sometimes managed to get her feet under herself? "I should tie you to my wagon!!" she laughed, between gasps and close calls with the sidewalk.

[sliceitwithwind]

"I could be your horsie!" Dilan agrees, whinnying loudly and probably better than he has any right to.

[mitochondriaaya]

"And I could feed you apples!" Aya agreed cheerfully, the idea seemed to give her a new burst of energy, so she was less 'being' dragged. At least for a block or two! "And...carrots? Do you like carrots or do you just wanna be an apple horse?"

[sliceitwithwind]

Carrots are good too! They make eyes better - but if people with pale skin eat enough it makes them orange.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Carrots and apples then!" Aya agreed. She'd totally tie him to her wagon for the walk to school! "That'd be weird, being orange! Like and Oompa Loompa! Does it make them short too?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Dunno? I've never seen someone do it, I just read about it!"

[mitochondriaaya]

"Well, not everything they write is real." Aya pointed out. "How do we know it can really happen? I don't want to eat that many carrots but maybe we could pay someone?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"True. I don't know...do we want to spend allowance on that?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"Hmmm, no." she admitted. "Maybe we could grow some though? Seeds don't cost a lot..." she pondered that for a moment, then collapsed bonelessly to Braig's floor when they were inside. "I bet the goats would eat our carrots. They can get out of their fence easy."

[sliceitwithwind]

"We can do that." Dilan says, "Are you any good at gardening?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"I could...study it? We didn't garden in New York...and I'm not sure we're allowed to dig up the yard we rent." she rambled. She could read the lease again? "Oh...crud. There's a hole in this bag."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Oh no!" Dilan grabs the bottom of her bag. "Here, take mine. I don't think you lost too much...."

[mitochondriaaya]

"We're home though! We can just dump it out on the floor...I just need a new one to take it home?" Aya stood up to fuss over the bags themselves.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Okay, that works." Dilan nods and pours things out, "Aren't you going to stay here?"