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Zu’zu wrinkles his nose in an effort to make the itch at the end of it go away without smearing the paint. He’d spent a solid hour putting together these theatrics and like hell was a stray tickle of his skin going to ruin it.

“A cat?” A voice comes derisively from his elbow. Zu’zu looks up and over and rolls his eyes at Y’shtola who is hiding a barely amused expression while she carefully sips at a glass of water from Zu’zu’s kitchen.

“Yes, a cat. And not just any cat—“

“Yeah, yeah, from that horrible cat musical you made all of us watch. I didn’t think you’d actually dress up as one of them.”

Zu’zu spins in place, using his hands to fluff the fur of his collar as his fake tail swishes behind him.

“You’re just put out that I look fantastic. Besides, what are you supposed to be?”

Y’shtola is in a long black dress of skirts upon skirts of different lengths and layers. It all comes to an off-the-shoulder spread covered in white fur with a clasp about the neck. The feathers from her ears and the staff in her hand are very mystical and he gets the words half-formed before Y’shtola cuts across him.

“I’m a sorcerer.”

“Yes. Yes, sorcerer. And you call me dramatic.”

“I don’t have cat ears.” She reaches a hand up to pluck at one of them before Zu’zu frowns and takes a great step away from her, batting her hands away.

“Don’t fuck with them, I spent a solid fifteen minutes getting them into place.”

Y’shtola doesn’t bother to hide her laughter this time.

“Did you rope G’raha into this?”

And no sooner does she ask than the man himself comes slinking down the stairs. If the tail could move, Zu’zu would have no doubt it would be between his legs.

“And what are you wearing?” Y’shtola asks, somehow more baffled by G’raha’s display.

“It’s a cat,” G’raha hopes to defend, scrunching his nose to likely fight off a similar itch.

“And not just any cat,” Zu’zu cuts across, darting to G’raha’s side to spread his hands in front of them, wiggling his fingers as he spreads them apart.

“The Magical Mr. Mistoffelees.”

“A magic cat?”

“The one, the only!” Zu’zu links their arms together and beams down at G’raha who seems to warm slightly at Zu’zu’s enthusiasm.

“He insisted that they’re boyfriends—“

“They are!”

“—and yet watching the whole show, I failed to see it.”

“It’s subtext,” Zu’zu dismisses. “Sure Rum Tum Tugger is a cad and a flirt, but he always comes home to Mistoffelees.”

“Should I worry about you running around like an unfixed tom cat?” G’raha teases, putting a hand over Zu’zu’s.

“As if I’d have eyes for anyone else.”

“Well,” Y’shtola begins, pulling them out of their moment before it gets too sappy sweet, “you two are certainly going to be over-dressed.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Zu’zu releases G’raha so he can fuss with his makeup in the hall mirror once more. “You don’t even know what Urianger is going as and what he dragged Thancred into.”

“Urianger convinced Thancred to dress up?” Y’shtola can hardly believe the words she says. “I thought only Rhyne could do that.”

Zu’zu shrugs.

“He seemed pretty content to go along with Urianger’s schemes and god knows that he’s more into Halloween than anyone would believe.”

“Almost gives you a run for your money,” G’raha notes, pulling slightly on Zu’zu’s tail and earning a hiss as he swats his hand away too.

“No one performs Halloween like I perform Halloween.” He gestures to himself and turns yet again like either Y’shtola or G’raha could miss what he’s wearing.

“See, you’re so certain, but you’ve never spent a Halloween with Krile.”

Zu’zu pauses for a second and raises an eyebrow at his boyfriend.

“What do you mean?”

G’raha lets out a wistful sigh, arms across his chest as he leans into the wall.

“She used to go all out for Halloween when we were in college together. The whole student floor would be covered in spiders and cobwebs and skeletons. She instituted a yearly trick-or-treat for the building, convinced the other floors to get into competitions to decorate doors and halls, not to mention the first Halloween party she threw when she had her own apartment…”

Zu’zu knew that there was a lot to expect from Krile, they were going to her Halloween party after all, but he’d expected low lights and some kitschy decor, but the way G’raha goes on…

“What is she going as? A witch?”

G’raha shakes his head. “Likely something complicated and only she understands from a book she’s read. She went as a necromancer from a series she read last year—black wig, bone corset, bone rosary, the whole macabre experience.”

Zu’zu’s frown deepens and he folds his arms across his chest.

“You should have said something! I would have picked something better!”

“Better than musical theatre cats?” Y’shtola asks only to be ignored.

“Zu’zu,” G’raha coos, coming close with his hands on top of Zu’zu’s and a cajoling smile. “She’s over the top, but this is the kind of thing people will recognize and fawn over. No one knows what it is. Everyone know Cats, even if only because you’re the one who showed it to them. They’re going to love us.”

And Zu’zu huffs, the spectacle made even more amusing by the way his tail swishes in the whole kitty getup.

“You’re saying that to placate me.”

“Is it working?” G’raha asks as he reaches up, holding the back of Zu’zu’s neck as he pulls slightly at the few hairs that are escaping the wig cap.

Zu’zu’s lips crack into a smile and he rolls his eyes even as he leans into G’raha’s touch.

“Yeah. Yeah, it is.” Zu’zu’s heart skips a beat when he’s treated to the full force of G’raha’s smile, barely resisting the urge to lean in and kiss him (the makeup at least had to last until they got to the party).

“Are you two finished?” Y’shtola looks up from her phone.

Zu’zu huffs and goes for his keys and wallet on the hook before turning off the lights to the hall.

“You’re just anxious to go and see if Zero is there.”

“Perchance I’d like to see our friends and not listen to you two moon over one another the whole night,” Y’shtola shoots back, completely ignoring Zu’zu’s bait.

“It’s the risk you run coming to the apartment and catching a ride with us.”

Zu’zu grins and even G’raha shrugs as he steps out into the cool night air and to Zu’zu’s beat up four-door.

“Duly noted,” Y’shtola remarks as Zu’zu locks the door. “Next time I’ll just walk.”

#my writing #ffxiv #Zu’zu my beloved #my catboy boyfriend #G’raha tia #g’raha x wol #Y’shtola rhul #stupid Halloween Drabble for myself #i occasionally think about modern AU scions #and i also sneakily am including my Y’shtola x Zero agenda

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