Maurice had no way of guessing which each mirror would do. When Hanna tested it out, he furrowed his brow and tilted his head as if he were trying to decipher a painting in a museum.
"Aaaah, I'm gonna have to agree. This one doesn't look like anything, it's just...weird...what if you crouched down?"
As soon as he does, Hanna's head begins to elongate, caught on one of the curves of the mirror and extending upwards. It's an 100% improvement and he laughs half to tears because of it.
Maurice starts wheezing again and leans against Hanna, mashing him down further so that his hair takes up most of the mirror's distortion.
"Now you're Marge! C'mon, let's go see what else this place has to throw at us!"
He made his way down the mirror alley and turned the corner. These walls were dark and painted with spots lit with blacklight. Tassles hung from the ceiling and large padded poles created a dark maze.
"Too easy!" Maurice's fangs and bleach blond hair shone in the blacklight.
He snorts some more and follows Maurice, blinking to attempt to readjust his vision to the darkness. The black lights were kind of funky, making his shoes half glow on the white checkers.
Maurice admired the both of them and grinned even wider.
"I was kinda afraid this whole place wouldn't work on me." He tugged his shirt away from his chest. The white fish bone print glowed brightly as well, making him look like some kind of grim carebear. "Your teeth!"
He allowed himself the disgustingly mushy thought that Hanna's smile was even brighter than usual in here.
"This makes me want to go laser tagging." Which he hadn't done in forever.
He could attempt to just play black light tag in the dark, but the maze stopped that thought in it's tracks. Instead he just beams at Maurice to show off his pearly whites and goes to move forward.
"Laser tagging? Y'mean like those nerf things on TV?"
Maurice's mental world did not include a place were you could go pretend to shoot at each other that did not involve expensive paintball equipment. But he would ask about that later because if what he thought was about to happen was about to happen, he would rather wait. He broke into a bashful grin and backed up against one of the padded poles.
"What? No, like. A laser tag place you go to and it's got a room like this with hiding places and you have guns and packs you carry around that shoot like, laser point lights. It's really fun."
Moving with the intent to go to the next section, he pauses, raising an eyebrow. "Are you?" Hanna turns, hands on his hips, and he moves towards Maurice, inspecting him. "What am I going to do?"
"Well I can't see so well, so I don't want to stomp on your toes, getting it to let go!" He takes a few steps closer, reaching out and putting his hands on Maurice's arms.
"Don't worry, your knight in shining T-shirt is here."
He couldn't do it. He couldn't keep from covering his face. They'd been together nearly a year and he still got all flustered. It was a nice kind of flustered though.
Maurice honestly didn't even expect Hanna to try but he wasn't going to stop him. He was going to see where this went. He feigned a faint, his arm dramatically across his brow, and leaned forward.
The vampire found himself slowly leaning closer and closer to the floor. Suddenly his DEVIOUS PLAN to snag a kiss in the dark suddenly rerouted itself to Don't Crush Hanna. He flung his arms out and planted them against the opposite wall, knees bent, up on his toes. The most awkward cicada block ever.
Hanna blinks, suddenly shifted against the wall, and he stares up at Maurice. Huh. He's still taller than him like this. "Good thing it's dark in here or this'd be real awkward."
And now that they are in a compromising position, his face is gaining color. "I feel like the heroine in one of those rom-coms."
Maurice snorted, glad that Hanna wasn't aggravated with him for pulling this stunt.
"Yeah? Well this is new! Usually you're the one makin' me all flustered." Gonna take advantage of Hanna's lack if night vision, up. "You look like the Cheshire cat."
Sounds somewhere in the other room catch his ear and a terrible, awful, wonderful plan starts forming. Because Hanna, dearest Hanna, he still hasn't forgotten the valentines day boobytrap house. Without warning, he pushes off from the wall, sweeps his arms down to grab up Hanna, and tromp into the next room with him.
"Hope you can swim!" It was the only warning Hanna would receive before being thrown into the ball pit. The next room was brightly lit and a short pier sloped down into the ocean of colorful plastic orbs. They were waist deep on a normal person, a pain to wade through. The door to the next room awaited on the other side of the hall.
Hanna, who had been expecting a kiss, yelps in surprise when he's suddenly hoisted up into the air. He had actually almost forgotten the valentines day festivities and any sort of revenge hadn't been considered at all.
When he falls, he sinks, down like a rock into the ball pit. Thankfully, his weight isn't substantial enough for a rough butt-to-bottom, but more a slightly uncomfortable roughing up. It takes a moment, to register, that he's down here in the ballpit, completely submerged before he can try and get up through all the balls. There is a bubbling of sorts as he tries to get up and then suddenly an explosion, emerging from the depths. "How dare you!" He shouts, though the grin on his face kind of negates his tone.
Maurice hesitated just long enough to see Hanna's grin surface from the deep. He'd feel bad if anything happened to his glasses. The dead man crouched on the edge of the pier, hands up, prepared to try and shove him back if he tries to grapple for purchase against it.
Hanna's glasses are a little off center, but thankfully unharmed. they've seen a lot more action than ballpits, thankfully.
He moves forward, grabbing at Maurice's hands instead of the actual pier to get out and tries to pull him in. It's a futile effort though unless Maurice wants to. He doesn't have enough purchase or weight to do much to move him.
With Hanna's fingers twined through his, Maurice has to keep them straight out, least he risk scratching him. Which doesn't give him a very good grip on this little ginger fish.
"Well you still have red hair!" He wobbles, having been balancing on the balls of his feet in his crouch. Maurice tries to lift his arms to see how far he can pull Hanna out of the pit.
"Y'think there's any dropped money at the bottom?"
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"Aaaah, I'm gonna have to agree. This one doesn't look like anything, it's just...weird...what if you crouched down?"
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"Oh my god yes."
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"You look like--like those big Easter Island statues! Perfect!"
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"If they said something I'd be saying what they said now."
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"Ooooh eh oh. Ooooooh eeeeeh oh."
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"Now you're Marge! C'mon, let's go see what else this place has to throw at us!"
He made his way down the mirror alley and turned the corner. These walls were dark and painted with spots lit with blacklight. Tassles hung from the ceiling and large padded poles created a dark maze.
"Too easy!" Maurice's fangs and bleach blond hair shone in the blacklight.
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"You look really cool like that. All glowy!"
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"I was kinda afraid this whole place wouldn't work on me." He tugged his shirt away from his chest. The white fish bone print glowed brightly as well, making him look like some kind of grim carebear. "Your teeth!"
He allowed himself the disgustingly mushy thought that Hanna's smile was even brighter than usual in here.
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He could attempt to just play black light tag in the dark, but the maze stopped that thought in it's tracks. Instead he just beams at Maurice to show off his pearly whites and goes to move forward.
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Maurice's mental world did not include a place were you could go pretend to shoot at each other that did not involve expensive paintball equipment. But he would ask about that later because if what he thought was about to happen was about to happen, he would rather wait. He broke into a bashful grin and backed up against one of the padded poles.
"Oh, no, I am trapped."
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Moving with the intent to go to the next section, he pauses, raising an eyebrow. "Are you?" Hanna turns, hands on his hips, and he moves towards Maurice, inspecting him. "What am I going to do?"
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For real, this was probably the darkest place at the fair and if they were gonna get any privacy, it was going to be in here.
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"Don't worry, your knight in shining T-shirt is here."
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He couldn't do it. He couldn't keep from covering his face. They'd been together nearly a year and he still got all flustered. It was a nice kind of flustered though.
"Carry me!"
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"I can try?" He was no frankenfalk, but he could sure as hell try.
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He's stubborn today and just makes this "Mnnn" sound in his attempt to be a big strong tough guy.
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"Aah! Ahaha! Sorry! Uh...we can try again."
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And now that they are in a compromising position, his face is gaining color. "I feel like the heroine in one of those rom-coms."
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"Yeah? Well this is new! Usually you're the one makin' me all flustered." Gonna take advantage of Hanna's lack if night vision, up. "You look like the Cheshire cat."
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"Yeah? I feel more mouse than cat."
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"Hope you can swim!" It was the only warning Hanna would receive before being thrown into the ball pit. The next room was brightly lit and a short pier sloped down into the ocean of colorful plastic orbs. They were waist deep on a normal person, a pain to wade through. The door to the next room awaited on the other side of the hall.
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When he falls, he sinks, down like a rock into the ball pit. Thankfully, his weight isn't substantial enough for a rough butt-to-bottom, but more a slightly uncomfortable roughing up. It takes a moment, to register, that he's down here in the ballpit, completely submerged before he can try and get up through all the balls. There is a bubbling of sorts as he tries to get up and then suddenly an explosion, emerging from the depths. "How dare you!" He shouts, though the grin on his face kind of negates his tone.
"And I thought I could trust you!"
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"LONG LIVE THE KING!"
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He moves forward, grabbing at Maurice's hands instead of the actual pier to get out and tries to pull him in. It's a futile effort though unless Maurice wants to. He doesn't have enough purchase or weight to do much to move him.
"My name isn't Mufasa!"
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"Well you still have red hair!" He wobbles, having been balancing on the balls of his feet in his crouch. Maurice tries to lift his arms to see how far he can pull Hanna out of the pit.
"Y'think there's any dropped money at the bottom?"
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