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Costume in A Can: Large and In Charge (Preview)
🕑 Added 2022-09-30 15:26:13 +0000 UTC“Look, Kat…” Devin turned to face her. “I’m not for this.”
“Maybe you should’ve said something before you suited up?”
Devin frowned. “Well, I’m saying it now. I am not cool with this costume. I am sorry, but I don’t want to go dressed as a nerd.”
She snorted. “Ooooh? Well, I don’t suppose you have any BETTER ideas, do you? Or do you want to ruin our yearly tradition? Our spooky party is almost here and there’s not enough time to make anything else.”
“I know that!” Devin took a deep breath. “I have an idea. Something better.”
Possibly at least. Before putting on that nerd outfit or even knowing what he would wear before coming over, he had a feeling he wasn’t going to like it. He wanted to be fair, but now? Time to bring out his special plan that he prepped.
He walked over to a bag he brought over, laying on the bed spread. He reached in and pulled out a tin can, holding it up to her. “Here. We’re gonna use this.”
She leaned in, squinting. ““Costume in a Can: Monster Edition”,” she read outloud. “What’s this supposed to be?”
“It’s my new costume!” Devin explained, “It came from someplace called Witchy Times Inc. It’s going to give me the best costume ever without much effort at all. No need to overdo it with any costumes this time.”
Kathy stared. “Ah… that’s a spray can for… suntan lotion it looks like? I don’t get it.”
Okay, should’ve expected that. Devin only learned about Costume in a Can and its special properties recently. It was this kind of an insider thing that his other friends knew about. Of course she wouldn’t have heard about it.
Times like this called for a demonstration. “Just watch and learn! You’ll be impressed.”
He gave the can a shake and held out a hand. He sprayed it, tapping the top as gently as he could. Only a little bit was needed to get the results he wanted.
Though, smallest didn’t mean the fastest. His hand slightly shook, goosebumps breaking out but nothing more. Kathy looked at it unimpressed. “Umm, is something supposed to-”
Devin twitched, a warmth rushing into his hand. Just in time! His hand shook more as his fingernails grayed. Their density thickened and with a series of pops, they jutted forward to the tips of his fingers, forming sharp claws.
