Jo looks down at it, and her hands come up as though not even sure about the idea of touching her own body suddenly in this. Her face probably says it all. This is every bit of the worst dreams she's sure her mother would have cried tears of gold at the idea, average apple pie, anything but a hunter's daughter. Jo's wondering, for the first time, if you light something on fire in the Horizon, does it burn up?
"No." She's shaking her head at it. "Not this one."
Beat. Jo tries to make it some more words. "Maybe not something from high school times?"
"Okay, there's always the other most popular, simple costume option." It's funny, Nadine had never imagined it could be so hard to pick a costume. But she doesn't care what she wears, for the most part. She has no investment in Halloween as a holiday, really. The costume part is just what you do for Halloween parties, it doesn't mean anything to her.
The cheerleader outfit begins shifting, turning into tight black pants, black fuzzy boots, a black sleeveless shirt, black long gloves and a pair of furry black cat ears.
Interestingly, it's weird to watch her clothes changing on her body but not feel anything other than disconcerted by the strangeness of visually seeing it happen. There's no part of her worried about what Nadine might do to her (even as somewhere in the back of her mind, she's ticking away the knowledge that this is possible outward toward someone).
Jo turned around, looking at herself in the mirror. Considering.
"Not bad, but—" She let it linger. "Not exciting?"
"Not no?" But she wanted something, something she couldn't name, something more.
"Maybe we keep it in mind case there's nothing else?"
"Okay, we'll put it as a 'maybe'. Uh...if you want to go a little more glittery and girly, the cupcake thing was big for a while."
By which Nadine means a sparkly layered tulle skirt and sequined top with a cupcake hat and tights. It's certainly not something she'd imagine Jo ever wearing, and that's sort of the point of a costume. And it is cute.
But she only has so many ideas, and is pretty much just thinking about things she's seen on TV and in movies. Otherwise her main context for reference is elementary school children.
"If you want to." Nadine shrugs, not bothered by the look Jo's giving her. She warned her that when it came to creative costume ideas, she's probably not the best.
"I told you I wasn't great at this. I don't even pick my own costume. Maybe if you could give me some boxes to check...anything that would be a 'yes' instead of just all the 'nos'?"
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"No." She's shaking her head at it. "Not this one."
Beat. Jo tries to make it some more words.
"Maybe not something from high school times?"
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The cheerleader outfit begins shifting, turning into tight black pants, black fuzzy boots, a black sleeveless shirt, black long gloves and a pair of furry black cat ears.
"The sexy cat, always a classic."
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Jo turned around, looking at herself in the mirror. Considering.
"Not bad, but—" She let it linger. "Not exciting?"
"Not no?" But she wanted something,
something she couldn't name,
something more.
"Maybe we keep it in mind case there's nothing else?"
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By which Nadine means a sparkly layered tulle skirt and sequined top with a cupcake hat and tights. It's certainly not something she'd imagine Jo ever wearing, and that's sort of the point of a costume. And it is cute.
But she only has so many ideas, and is pretty much just thinking about things she's seen on TV and in movies. Otherwise her main context for reference is elementary school children.
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a little wicked and the only warning for the words that come next.
"Right. And do I spend my night batting my eyelashes and telling people to 'eat me,' too?"
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"I told you I wasn't great at this. I don't even pick my own costume. Maybe if you could give me some boxes to check...anything that would be a 'yes' instead of just all the 'nos'?"
Some parameters would help here.