Submission (#6955) Approved

“Must we really do this task so slowly?” Thespian sighed dramatically, the feathers in his visor rustling at the movement. “I fear we’ll waste our day away on such a minute and mindless effort.”

“Patience, Thespian.” Kaleido tsked, “We only get to do this once a year. Besides, isn’t this type of thing, ah, up your alley? I thought that ‘staging the scene’ was something you enjoyed.” Thespian was such a drama queen. Coming from Kaleido, that really meant something.

“I do quite enjoy staging the scene, Kaleido. It’s just that I find Halloween to be rather distasteful at times.” Thespian tsked. “These decorations are so passe. I could craft decor of much higher quality. I admit that I am a bit offended you did not ask me to do so, Kaleido.” The peacock merely sighed. Thespian could be such a buzzkill sometimes. Him and that damn theatre mind of his.

“It’s not that I doubt your abilities, Thes. I was simply attempting to make this as easy as possible. I don’t enjoy standing around in the cold either, you know.” Halloween was a bit cold this year. Winter was coming early, and they’d waited until the last minute to do any sort of decorating. Sure, Thespian could have crafted decor, but Kaleido hadn’t wanted to wait. He just wanted to hang the damn spiders, slam the fake graves into the ground, and go back inside where it was warm. “Alright. Do give me a heads up next year, alright?” Thespian murmured.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay, Thes.”