33 Apocalypse Ave, Tuesday Afternoon

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It was October, even if the weather didn't match Tumblr's expectations of the month, and Kathy was getting into the spooky spirit. She'd decorated the living room with some window decals and a small stuffed bat for the cats to play with, there were a chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven and a bowl of ganache cooling on the counter for chocolate monster cookies, and two gallons of apple cider sat in the fridge, waiting to be mulled or spiked with cinnamon-flavored booze.

Now she was sprawled on the couch, playing through her repertoire of songs she'd learned on the guitar, and trying to figure out if she could learn to play Bad Moon Rising before it ceased being relevant. Hmm, maybe she should try to play something off of the Bad Seeds' Murder Ballads instead.

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Raven had no idea, but she managed to come home from work perfectly in theme, since she was still mimicking the pop music look she'd been wearing at the store.

"It's beginning to look a lot like Halloween," she observed, looking around. "Setting a mood?"

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"Yup!" Kathy said, looking pleased with herself. "I figured it was about time to get in the holiday spirit."

Of course that was a pun. Of course.

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Raven grabbed a perch on the arm of the couch, twitching her wings up and out of the way to keep from sitting on them. Sure, she could just make them go away, but she was still enjoying herself.

"Ghosts and skeletons and pumpkins, oh my," she said with a smile. "Hey, do you think I could make myself transparent if I tried?"

She would probably just end up looking skinless. This was a terrible idea.

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"And spooky baked treats and warm apple cider," Kathy agreed, giving her a grin. "Testing out possible costumes? I think you should give it a shot!"

No, really, terrible idea.

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Raven shrugged, making her feathers rustle. "Honestly, I was just kind of bored at work."

It was possible she needed a real hobby.

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Besides turning her skin transparent and frightening passing school children? And possibly her roommate?

...Though hot damn would that make teaching anatomy and physiology exciting.

"Well, it's just you and arguing with the stereo a lot, right?" Kathy asked. "Not even, like, holiday merchandise to flip through?"

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"Yup. I mean, it's kind of a new stock, all instruments and performance gear and stuff, but I don't know how to play any, so I just end up fucking around with the bongos sometimes."

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"...Please tell me you make a beret and snap your fingers when you do."

Look, what else were bongos for?

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"And a turtleneck and a kicky Audrey Hepburn hairdo," Raven confirmed. "I might have skipped over most of the beat movement, but I've seen all the parodies."

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"The important thing is that you're respecting the conventions," Kathy assured her. "So, what else are you up to?"

The days had a lot of long hours to fill, after all, and Kathy was starting to get a little worried about how Raven was filling them. Or rather, if she was.

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"Oh, you know, the usual. Sleeping, foraging for food. . . ."

Raven knew exactly what Kathy was worried about, yes.

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"The kitchen happens to be full of all sorts of food for your foraging needs," Kathy pointed out dryly. "Including Hot Pockets with your name Sharpie'd on the box."

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"I'm saving those for the long hard winter ahead."

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"Hey, look who's playing musician now," Dante said. He had a grin on his face as he stepped into the house, shucking off his coat on the way in.

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"And making it look good while doing it," Kathy told him, halfway through Dust On The Wind.

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Dante grinned. "While making old fogey music," he accused.

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"Well, Eliot's my main guitar teacher," Kathy pointed out. "It's either old fogey music or country."

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"This is why we gotta practice more," Dante decided. "Teach you some real rock."

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"Oh?" Kathy asked, raising her eyebrows at him. "Who do you think I should be playing?"

As if she'd never heard him blaring Combichrist and Noisia from his stereo before.

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"Maybe somebody with a little more roar," Dante said, wandering over towards her. "Though you know... maybe baby steps."

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"Baby steps?" Kathy asked with an incredulous laugh. "What, you don't think I can handle roar? Dante, I'm offended!"

As he could tell by the laughing.

"No monster cookies for you."

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"I'm just saying, maybe start at Avril Lavigne and work your way up," Dante said, smirking. "Or Miley Cyrus."

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"Rude," Kathy said, throwing a pillow shaped like a pumpkin at Dante's head. "I'll have you know, I'm at least as hard as Babymetal, dammit. At least."

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"In your dreams," Dante said, easily dodging the pillow in the same motion with which he tried to nudge her feet away from the couch so he could sit.

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Kathy raised her feet, giving him a long, put-upon sigh as he passed. "Yeah, well, your face," she retorted, finishing up her song with a small flourish and setting her guitar aside. "I'm hard rock and hard in general."

Suuuuure.