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"Thank you for doing this every year with me, Doc."
Ratio pushed up his, quite frankly, ridiculous headband that had a wobbly halo attached. The insolent accessory refused to stay on his head for more than approximately three minutes at a time.
"It's not like I have anything else in particular to do annually on this day," he huffed. He was starting to consider glueing the band directly to his scalp.
Aventurine chuckled softly. "We both know that's not true. You always have papers to grade, problems to solve, stupidity to cure."
Ratio stopped fussing with his now-also-wonky feathered wings and glanced over at his husband. Aventurine was stood in their closed front doorway, clutching a bowl of festive treats to his chest and gazing down into it, although he didn't look particularly focused.
Ratio's eyes drifted lower at the deep red waistcoat that hugged Aventurine's frame divinely, then back up to his sleek blonde locks which were sporting some devilish little horns. He had looked so excited getting dressed up earlier, winking in Ratio's direction and teasing him about agreeing to wearing the cheesy couple's costume. Now, his usual playful eyes were a little glazed over.
"Mae vita, what's wrong?"
Aventurine's head snapped towards Ratio as he strode over, a small blush dusting his cheeks. "A-Ah! I'm not being ungrateful or dramatic or anything, I just-"
"I didn't say you were," Ratio sighed as he brought Aventurine into his arms. "I just want to remind you that regardless of my multiple complaints of this frivolous yet scanty attire, I am pleased to spend my time with you this evening."
"I know," Aventurine nuzzled into Ratio's indeed-semi-exposed chest and sighed softly. "I mean it though, thank you. Growing up, my sister and I would have loved to experience a little festive magic even if only for one night. So I like to at least entertain today's kids, you know?"
"You speak as if you forget the charity gift event I organise with the university for the younger cosmically displaced refugees every winter holiday season. The very same event that you donate to, generously, without fail."
Aventurine looked up to meet Ratio's sunset eyes, smiling. "I would argue your event is a little less silly than today's activities."
Ratio leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his love's forehead. "Regardless of silliness, I see no issue partaking if it makes you and the local children happy."
Aventurine's blush deepened before the response Ratio received came as a sharp nip to his bare collarbone.
"Ouch! Not with your ridiculous fake fangs!"
"Trick!" Aventurine grinned wickedly, the mischievous glint once again returning to his eye.
Ratio snatched the candy bowl out of Aventurine's grasp, tore off the wrapper of a lollipop and shoved it into his husband's mouth.
"Treat," Ratio responded. "Now put those teeth to work on something that isn't my flesh."
A giggle bubbled up in Aventurine's throat. It continued as one of the cat cakes jumped onto Aventurine's shoulder to investigate the commotion, also wearing little red horns. It had insisted on copying its papa.
Ratio couldn't help smiling fondly at the scene, but he was quickly startled into a small pout as the doorbell that they were stood next to rang. Aventurine removed the lollipop from his lips with a loud, enticing pop, "I'll get it!"
"No, we'll get it together," Ratio continued to pout but he couldn't hide the pink in his cheeks. He spun Aventurine around before the little devil could aggravate him further, and went to open up the door. Aventurine wrapped his free arm around Ratio’s back and tucked his fingers under the loose robe. It wasn't his fault that the angel was so easy to tease.
"Trick or Treat!"
