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[Krieg is grinning under his mask - not that Jimmy can see, but maybe he can tell by the look in Krieg's eye. His thrown-together Growlithe costume has seen better days; the fur of his ruff and tail are more bedraggled than fluffy, most of the black painted stripes on his bare back and arms has flaked off, and he'd lost his puppy-ear headband hours ago.

He takes in Jimmy's PJs with a curious tilt of his head.]

Did you miss all the fun?

I don't go out on Halloween, long story. Looks like you've been having fun, though!

[Jimmy moves out of the doorway and beckons for Krieg to come inside. There are a handful of Pokemon dozing about the living room. It's a nice house, eclectically decorated and very much the home of two bachelors.]

Take it we rousted those skull assholes outta the city?

[The grin under his mask grows even wider at his friend's observation, and he laughs, a deep, pleased rumble of mirth that most people would probably find disquieting.]

We had all the fun!

[He steps inside when Jimmy beckons him, ducking his head out of habit as he passes through the door frame. Doors on Pandora had always been tall enough and wide enough for him; Ecruteak has taught him some harsh lessons about standard human heights these past couple of months, and while Jimmy's house is actually a much more comfortable space than Ecruteak's inn, he'll probably always be wary of new door frames now.

Murder Chicken, looking tired but content and also extremely badass (in Krieg's humble opinion) as a fully-evolved Blaziken, follows closely behind, and squawks a short, cheerful "hello!" at Jimmy before looking at him expectantly. Yes, he may be over six feet tall now, but he still expects head pats! Don't disappoint him, Jimmy!]

Mnahahaha! We really gave 'em something to cry about!

Well all right!

[Jimmy has to laugh. He's not surprised, they always come out on top, every Halloween. No matter what happens. And every year, he's safe inside. Just in case.]

And look at you! I'm looking up at you now, M. C.!

[Which makes the whole petting thing kind of hard.]

Hey, I'll go grab Annie, you guys can hang out! Big Guy, you hungry? Got real food and tons of candy, not much trick or treating tonight!

[Oh no...foiled in his quest for head pats again by his newfound height. Murder Chicken slumps a teeny bit, which Krieg of course notices - so he reaches over to ruffle the feathers on his buddy's head on Jimmy's behalf.

That, plus Jimmy's mentioning of Annie, does a lot to perk him right back up again, though! He squawks his approval of Jimmy's suggestion with enthusiasm.]

Candy is real food!

[Krieg...pls...how old are you...]

[Jimmy pops out of the room for a minute, and when he returns, he's carrying a bowl of mixed candy, Annie following after. All he'd told her was that Murder Chicken was visiting.]

[A Blaziken doing a double take is a sight behold, and both Jimmy and Krieg are treated to just that when Annie gets a look at the other fire Pokemon, all grown up. And what a fine specimen he's grown up into...]

Candy it is! I just got one of those big variety bags at the department store, I dunno what's even in here.

[There are a number of different, brightly colored wrappers in the bowl, promising a good selection of different candy types.]

Looks like you had plans before everything went nuts.

[Jimmy's assuming that the big guy hadn't just worn a costume for the hell of it, but hey, who knows?]

[Murder Chicken stands up very straight and tall when he sees Annie, his disappointment at being too tall for head-pats completely forgotten at the sight of her. He'd admired her before, naturally, but for some reason, she looks even more fantastic from his new height. After a very brief pause to recover from such an unexpected, stunning entrance, he walks right up to her to say hello.

Krieg is only marginally aware of his buddy's starstruck reaction to the sight of Annie, because Jimmy has busted out the promised candy and that's what he's all about.]

Went trick-or-treating with Angel!

[He pauses then, blinking and fidgeting as he realizes just how sidetracked he'd become from looking for her.]

...Lost her somewhere.

[Boy did he ever. He drops his gaze as he fidgets a moment while he reconciles that knowledge with his present situation. After a beat or so, he looks back up into Jimmy's face to conclude:]

Can't stay long! Have to find her!

Hey, don't worry about it, I'm sure she's fine! Once the excitement calms down, that's it. Happens every year.

[Annie preens some, as the trainers talk. Murder Chicken's grown up well. Jimmy's not paying much attention to the Pokemon, he's just delighted that Krieg's dropped by to see him.]

And I sit it out every year! Have a seat, take a load off! Have some candy!

[Jimmy sets the bowl down on the coffee table and flops on the couch.]

[Annie's not the only one preening; MC is preening right along with her, very interested in keeping up the excellent impression he's made so far. She's even more fantastic than he remembers!

Krieg, meanwhile, is reassured, because, seriously, how can he not be, with Jimmy doing the reassuring? Some of his nerves dissipate and he reaches up to unfasten the buckle of his mask, since Jimmy's reassurances also come with encouragement to eat.]

Whiny pissbabies try to hijack the radio every year?

[Why didn't anyone mention this before? Krieg sits when he's invited to and snags some candy from the proffered bowl.]

Not that exactly, but something always happens. Last year there was some...I dunno, crazy powerful Pokemon that messed with the laws of physics and a bunch of people had to go fight these mutant pokemon...

[Jimmy throws up his hands.]

It gets crazy every year, man. But then everything's fine, and we always win. Sometimes we gotta clean up after, but...

[He shrugs, grabbing a handful of candy. It's just part of life here, and it's only once a year.]

[He fumbles for a moment or so with the candy wrapper, fingers too big for such a delicate task, but he rips it off in the end and pops the candy - a teeny little fun-sized chocolate bar - into his mouth. He then continues the conversation with his mouth full, because what are manners, seriously?]

Home is always crazy, too.

[He chews thoughtfully and swallows before adding:]

More murder and fewer cockfights though.

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