The good news about this entire affair is that Cecil actually doesn't feel too strange in the costume she's wearing. She knows it is a gown and she understands that she's supposed to be a princess or a queen of some sort, but when a passerby called her 'Cinderella', she couldn't say she really knew what or who that they meant.
Nonetheless, she has been watching others observe this morbid holiday and she thinks she understands the point of what's going on around her now, at least as far as what the traditions consists of. She doesn't understand why people walk up to the rooms and scream something at the residents, who then in turn give them sweets instead of asking them not to shout so loudly, but she's willing to give it a try herself, so she knocks and when the door opens, she hesitates only for a moment before-
Spain hums in agreement just as he gets distracted by her unpinning her hair. He's never quite noticed before now just how much hair she actually has. Of course with it being pinned back as it was and how they have been busy, it's not a surprise. Still, it's a nice thing to know. Spain does like long, thick hair on women, not that it really matters at this point.
"No, no." He continues once he remembers that he's still conversing with her; it doesn't really take that long. "Usually you just give candy to children or else they would do a trick on you."
Cecil blinks her naturally silvery lashes a few times in thought. Ah, that would explain the 'trick or treat' saying that she's heard at least a couple dozen times tonight. With his explanation, a score or more of questions are immediately bred.
"Do they really? What sort of trick? Are only children usually allowed to participate?"
It makes sense to her that only children would, but she finds it a little sad to realize that there's actually a cut-off age for so much fun. Seeing all the costumes and being with friends... surely that can't be only fun that children are allowed to have on this holiday.
"I have never been tricked before, but I've heard they can do rather disgusting things, like throw eggs at your house." Of course Spain is always armed with candy on Halloween, though it isn't really a huge tradition in his house. His people usually celebrate Halloween by going to cemeteries and honoring their dead.
"No, not really, but it's more of an occasion for children. Adults can also dress up if they want to, though." He explains with a gesture down to the costume he is also wearing. The costume is definitely something he's enjoying at the moment.
The lady paladin wrinkles her nose. How terribly rude! She supposes it's all in good fun, but... that doesn't sound much like fun to her. She shakes her head with disapproval and tries not to wonder about what other gross tricks can be played on people who don't pass out candy.
Obviously, she's grateful when Antonio redirects her attention to his costume. "Are you a wolf?" she asks, looking up at his ears. Cecil's gaze then takes in the bandaging. "An injured wolf?"
He takes in the shifts in her expression and just chuckles softly. That look of disapproval on her face looks strange but endearing. Cecil really isn't the type of person who should look so stern and disapproving. She looks better when she's smiling.
Green eyes drift down to the costume he is wearing and he shrugs, a clueless, amused smile playing along his lips. "I found it in my closet and I just put it on."
"The same happened to me," Cecil answers with a nod. She realizes the humor in what she said, but she didn't ask to be amusing; she genuinely was wondering. The knightess has that habit of saying funny things without actually intending to be funny though, so she doesn't even notice that Spain is smiling at her.
"The gown was simply... there in the closet. Everything else was missing." She sighs and leans against the opposing side of the doorframe from her new friend. "I wonder if my other clothing has returned by now..."
"Really?" Spain looks to her curiously, comfortable enough just leaning against the doorframe opposite her. "My clothes are all in my closet. I wonder why they took yours."
If you ask him, though, he thinks the Hotel gave Cecil a very fitting costume. And it is rather lovely on her. It suits her; she's very beautiful with it on.
Cecil laughs. "Probably because they knew I would not wear it if I had the option of other donning other clothing," she explains. "I don't make a habit of wearing such formal dresses most often. This is very different still even from the gowns that are in fashion on my world." She shrugs though, looking down at the dress on her, her hands smoothing over the skirt and fluffing it out a little. Different though it may be, Cecil has steadily become rather fond of it over the course of the evening.
"I think the Hotel made a good choice, though." Spain tells her. "You're beautiful in it." The words are said with sincerity and an unconsciously charming smile. The Country of Passion may be mostly generous with his praise to most everyone, but he always, always means them.
Whether or not praise comes easy from Spain, Cecil reacts the same way she would were it a rare occurrence. She turns a little pink in the cheeks and her smile turns mildly shy, her pale blue eyes demure and downcast. "Thank you," she says softly. After a brief hesitation borne of nervousness, she adds, "The ears are cute on you."
The returned compliment makes Spain blink in surprise. It's not always that someone answers back to his compliments and it makes him smile. "Thank you! I do think they're a cute touch." Had the ears been real, you can bet Spain would be wiggling them in pleasure.
It seems as though Cecil picks up on that fact, because she chuckles quietly in amusement. Then she sighs and, still smiling, picks up her pumpkin pail, preparing to leave. She's not in any hurry to depart, but she also doesn't want to overstay her welcome, of course.
"Thank you for the evening," she says, sincerely grateful. "It was fun and educational. I really do hope we cross paths again. I would like that a lot."
"I would like that a lot too." The Spaniard assures her with his usual bright smile. He watches her prepare to leave and he pushes away from the doorframe to straighten himself up. "May I walk you back to your room?"
It just seems to be the proper thing to do, especially given that she will have to walk back unaccompanied through this rowdy crowd of Hotel guests. He knows she can take care of herself, but he'd like to make sure his new friend makes it back to her room safely.
It's Cecil's turn to look surprised by his thoughtfulness. The only people who have ever looked after her with such direct care like this are her two friends, whom she's known since she was a toddler. She ultimately agrees though with a nod.
"Of course. I appreciate that." She takes a step back, moving out from on the threshold, and sweeps her long, silver-white hair behind her shoulders. "You're very kind. Thank you."
"You're welcome." Spain answers brightly as he steps out after her, closing the door securely behind him. It's probably expected that he will just walk with her to their destination, but this is Spain and he has a way of making seemingly mundane actions memorable.
He walks up beside her and offers her his arm like a gentleman. "Let's go?" A gentlemanly werewolf. Who would have thought?
Nonetheless, she has been watching others observe this morbid holiday and she thinks she understands the point of what's going on around her now, at least as far as what the traditions consists of. She doesn't understand why people walk up to the rooms and scream something at the residents, who then in turn give them sweets instead of asking them not to shout so loudly, but she's willing to give it a try herself, so she knocks and when the door opens, she hesitates only for a moment before-
"...Trick or... treat?"
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"No, no." He continues once he remembers that he's still conversing with her; it doesn't really take that long. "Usually you just give candy to children or else they would do a trick on you."
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"Do they really? What sort of trick? Are only children usually allowed to participate?"
It makes sense to her that only children would, but she finds it a little sad to realize that there's actually a cut-off age for so much fun. Seeing all the costumes and being with friends... surely that can't be only fun that children are allowed to have on this holiday.
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"No, not really, but it's more of an occasion for children. Adults can also dress up if they want to, though." He explains with a gesture down to the costume he is also wearing. The costume is definitely something he's enjoying at the moment.
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Obviously, she's grateful when Antonio redirects her attention to his costume. "Are you a wolf?" she asks, looking up at his ears. Cecil's gaze then takes in the bandaging. "An injured wolf?"
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Green eyes drift down to the costume he is wearing and he shrugs, a clueless, amused smile playing along his lips. "I found it in my closet and I just put it on."
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"The gown was simply... there in the closet. Everything else was missing." She sighs and leans against the opposing side of the doorframe from her new friend. "I wonder if my other clothing has returned by now..."
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If you ask him, though, he thinks the Hotel gave Cecil a very fitting costume. And it is rather lovely on her. It suits her; she's very beautiful with it on.
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"Thank you for the evening," she says, sincerely grateful. "It was fun and educational. I really do hope we cross paths again. I would like that a lot."
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It just seems to be the proper thing to do, especially given that she will have to walk back unaccompanied through this rowdy crowd of Hotel guests. He knows she can take care of herself, but he'd like to make sure his new friend makes it back to her room safely.
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"Of course. I appreciate that." She takes a step back, moving out from on the threshold, and sweeps her long, silver-white hair behind her shoulders. "You're very kind. Thank you."
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He walks up beside her and offers her his arm like a gentleman. "Let's go?" A gentlemanly werewolf. Who would have thought?
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