@trappmouth.

     _{it must be ostentatious, having an existential realization as he was, standing there in the tenth isle of their nearest supermarket, staring down fixedly and rather intently into the festive print that decorates this over sized bag of mixed candies. it must be silly. to reflect upon several years ago, and vividly compare the triviality to buying things like this bag to the now strange sensation of necessity they produced upon sight and thought of  his children. they couldn’t even eat any of this. why were they buying this? why were they buying more than this? “ they don’t even have teeth yet. “} 

     <sub>he does not need another moment, within the same breath of thought, to realize that through his peculiar parental calling ezra and zac had ignited upon their entry within this world, he’s found himself extending it forth and outward ( they couldn’t even gum on it, the pieces were too small ) onto the other neighborhood children. somehow, he’d been sucked into all of this through the incapability of his boys, at their age, to truly partake in the tradition. they had him. he was apart of it now. this surmounted the sensible qualms he carried for the scraped knee of an unfamiliar child, and the tears it sprung. this was a ploy on the consumerist. they were milking him. they were using the children. why did this invoke such a cauliflower white heat within his belly? had not he himself used them for far more insidious plots? was he not the greater villain than this holiday marketing scheme? 

     heugh emits a small, nigh unintelligible keen onto the rows of cramped and crinkled packaged candy, unaware, that the grip he keeps on the bag has become somewhat taut.</sub>  

_{@citystarlet // starter}

   _{she’s  horrible  with  children.  at  least  that’s  what  she  tells  anyone  who  has  them.  aside  from  her  own  two,  small  nephews  (  who  only  found  her  cool  for  her  leading  part  in  a  horror  remake  that  almost  no  one  saw  ),  any  other  prospect  indicative  of  maternal  instinct  has  mary  jane  running  in  the  opposite  direction.  (  her  parents  messed  her  up  enough  –  she’d  hate  to  pass  on  any  tainted  watson  genes.  )}

   _{it’s  not  at  all  surprising  that  she  had  left  getting  candy  for  trick-or-treaters  to  the  very  last  minute;  an  excess  of  reese’s  peanut  butter  cups  that  were  solely  reserved  for  her.  she’s  just  thankful  for  the  tip  from  her  stupor,  that  her  building  was  an  active  amenity  on  halloween.}

   _{he’s  the  only  thing  standing  in  her  way  of  the  last  bag  of  assorted  candies  she  needs  to  call  it  good. an  unintended  witness  to  his  madness,  she  sets  the  basket  on  her  arm  down,  before  reaching  past  him  for  the  goodies.    ❛   the  ‘BUY  TWO,  GET  ONE  FREE’  got  to  ya  too,  huh?   ❜}