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It was Halloween and the Astronomonov siblings were preparing to go out trick or treating. That is, Mandark was, for Olga was already ready in her Wednesday Addams costume. They were both in the older one's room, the younger helping him (in the most condescending way possible) to give his costume it's final touches.
"OUCH! My eye!" Yelped Mandark as the makeup brush poked his eyeball.
"That's what you get from opening it, you dumbass!" Scolded his sister, beholder of said offending brush.
"But I thought you had already finished!"
"You thought wrong!"
The older sibling groaned as he wiped his watering eye.
"Great! Now you've smudged it!"
"Shut up, Olga…"
"Now lemme fix it."
"No! You go to your room, I'll finish getting ready by myself!"
"Don't be stupid. With your motor coordination you'll end up looking like the Joker, rather than that Spork guy you like so much."
"It 's Spock…"
Lalavava promptly ignored her brother's correction and started working on his smudged eyeshadow. Mandark had put a great deal of effort into making his costume the most accurate possible. Olga smirked.
"What's so funny?" Asked the boy grumpily.
"Keep your eyes closed."
"Answer my question."
"Still can't believe you shaved half of your eyebrows for that. You're such a dork." Answered the pre-teen, her smirk growing into a lopsided shit eating grin.
"It's an integral part of the character's appearance." Mandark retorted even as he reddened a little in embarrassment. He'd probably gotten a little too enthusiastic about his costume.
"Whatever." Said Olga as she finished her brother's eyeshadow "Heh. You actually aren't looking half as bad as I thought you would. It seems blue really is your colour."
"How flattering." The raven haired teen replied, then thought to himself 'Remember me to never speak to you when I'm feeling low about my appearance'.
Mandark walked to the mirror, just to check if everything was in place, then patted his hair (as if to fix an invisible imperfection) and straightened out his Starfleet shirt.
"C'mon, pointy. Your boyfriend must be waiting for you." The girl urged, pushing her brother out of the room.
"Dexter's not my boyfriend, jerk."
"You're the one bringing him up…"
For the second time that night, Mandark demanded his sister to shut up.
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"Dexteeer, weren't you going to go out trick or treating with your friends?" DeeDee sang as she stuck her head into her brother's room.
"I am." Replied the redhead, his voice strained as he struggled to comb back a rebellious curl on the back of his head. "Let me just- ugh! Maybe I should put on some more gel…"
"No, no! You're already wearing enough! Let me help." She skipped inside and took the comb from her sibling's hand, putting his hair in place with expertise. "There!"
"Thanks, DeeDee."
"You're welcome!" She said, noticing her brother was still in front of the mirror, looking perceptively distressed. "What's wrong, Dex?"
"I- erm… I'm thinking this costume may not be quite fitting for me." He complained, self consciously running his hands through his sides then turning a little, so he could see his profile.
DeeDee frowned a little. There was nothing wrong with her brother's clothes. They were very much the right size and, dare she say, they suited the redhead perfectly. The boy had never had a lean body type though (quite the opposite), and his sister knew it was one of his greatest insecurities - even if Dexter didn't really talk about it.
"Nonsense! You're looking great, lil' brother! Absolutely rockin' that costume!"
"You're just saying that to cheer me up."
"I am trying to cheer you up. Doesn't mean that I'm lying, tho." She would not allow her brother to put himself down this way. Not in her presence! "Really. You're looking just as charming as that space guy you're dressed as."
"Hah. You think so?" Dexter smiled at that, looking a bit more confident.
"Of course!" The blonde reassured him, with a side hug.
The house's doorbell rang.
"Oh, it must be them! Time to go, Dexter!" DeeDee exclaimed, dragging her brother out of his room and to the front door.
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"Hello, guys..." Was all the redhead could say as he opened the door, stopping to take in the sight of his ex-nemesis, current kind-of-friend. Mandark had clearly nailed his outfit. He looked like an exemplary vulcan (and quite a handsome one).
"Captain." The other greeted in character - with a little more composure, yet equally impressed with his counterpart's attire.
"Commander." Dexter replied, his cheeks reddening a bit.
An awkward silence fell between them for a few seconds before a third voice thankfully broke in.
"Hey guys!" It was Douglas, dressed as doctor McCoy, a tricorder in one hand, the other held by his little cousin (who was dressed as a mushroom). "So… are you waiting for something?"
The other two looked one last time between themselves before answering in unison "No."
"'Kay. So we should go then. We're supposed to be looking after his sister as well right?" The "doctor" gestured at Mandark and nodded with his head towards Olga, who was already three houses down the street.
"Ah, yes."
"That's right."
The four of them hurried to catch up with the girl.
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As they accompanied the younger kids, the teens spent the time chatting, laughing and roleplaying as their characters like the total dorks they are. Douglas' little cousin earned lots of sweets, which he begrudgingly shared with the older boys. Olga had the time of her life convincing a kid to snort pop rocks candy (totally worth being grounded afterwards).
It was a very good evening.