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font-size: 12px;"> The brunette had to be quick if he didn't want to miss his downtown outing with Simon. Work was cutting it a bit close today, but nothing that couldn't be handled with a touch of magic. Picus didn't need much, over use would often leave him tired or make his wooden leg ache, but there wasn't much needed to refresh a Bouquet or tend to some parched plants. His magic was more like instant fertilizer. It kept most of the flowers in excellent quality for the customers.<br/>
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As Picus finished up tending to a rose bush, his alarm went off. Four-thirty on the dot. Dark green nails unraveled the apron around his waist. With haste he returned it to his work cubby, the hand off allowed him to grab his bag and water bottle. He always went directly to work after classes on Fridays, and today wouldn't be any different despite his plans.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#52b77c">"Bye Picus! I'll see you tomorrow!"</span> His coworker, Fink gave him an enthusiastic wave out of the door. One the brunette returned with equal vigor, though hand kept snug at his side.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#388659">"Bye Fink!"</span><br/>
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The door close behind him with the gentle chime of bell above it. Freedom. The word filled his head as a took a deep sigh. It wasn't that his job was taxing, or very tiring for that matter. Before he and Simon parted ways in the morning the weather report mentioned rain. Picus loved the rain. As a plant magi, water was important to his work. It also helped that he enjoyed the smell of the city after rain. For now, it was only a light shower, but the brunette suspected heavy rainfall later. The clouds were quite grey after all.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#52b77c">"I've got it Picus."</span> The excited trill of his friends voice brought Picus to attention. They had been a long day up till now. Working right after leaving his botany class. It was apparent Pike was missing his afternoon nap the way he kept dosing off in between the levels of his video game. As the typical Friday evening.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#388659">"What? An idea for your midterm project?"</span> Hooded eyes looked over to his friends' heterochromatic irises. He was curious to know what Simon finally wrapped his brain around. As Pike's project had been completed a week ago and he was itching for something to compare it with. Though the answer Simon gave him wasn't the one he wanted to hear, it was still a great answer.<br/>
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Halloween was a mere two days away, but the roomies had yet to find a good fit for their matching costumes this year. Until just now. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#52b77c">"The Marching Hare and the door mouse."</span><br/>
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If his friend was watching, he would see the gears in Pike's head turning. Doing their best to recall the two characters from Alice in Wonderland. He could recall a bit of what they looked like and how they acted played in his head, though admittedly he couldn't remember much about the dormouse. Other than it was very sleepy. Which was perfect for the magi. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#388659">"Oh!"</span> He gave a stomp to the metal bottom of the bus. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#388659">"I'm the Dormouse! Yes, I like this."</span><br/>
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Quickly his fingers paused the game on his phone. Listening to Simon attentively. As much as Picus enjoyed Halloween dressing up was always a challenge. He often found himself growing tired of wearing them after a couple hours of dancing around in it. But by Simons words, they wouldn't need much work put into to them. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#388659">"If Zemora has time, we should definitely ask. If I have to sew anything I will go on strike."</span><br/>
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That last statement was playful but there was some truth to it, Pike was horrible when it came to needlework. The sight of his own blood, even just a prick, would have him fainting. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#388659">"The others?"</span> He pondered on it. Hands tapping along Simon's legs as he thought. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#388659">"Dunno, but wouldn't it be cool if we got a few of them to dress on theme with us?"</span> Zemora as the caterpillar, Tevy and Levi as the twins, only cause their names matched, and Ulric… would he even fit in a dress? Maybe he want something more modest.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#52b77c"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">"Any costume ideas?"</span></span> Its as if the big guy could hear him thinking. A single text popped up in the group chat. None other than Ulric the green giant asking for costume ideas. Still on his idea from before Picus was quick to respond.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#388659"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">"Alice, then our twosome is a threesome costume."</span></span> He didn't think twice before sending it. Even after realizing the awkward phrasing, he was to mute to change it. Three little lines began appeared under his text. Zemora was the next to respond.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#52b77c"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">"A goth cowboy?"</span></span> Funny, maybe even fitting, for their gentle giant. The only problem was how boring it was. Picus quickly shot that idea down with a sick face emoji before reaching the stop.<br/>
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He knew there would be rain. How he still forgot to grab his own umbrella was beyond him. As he stood behind Simon, watching him struggle to open the cheap little thing he got at the dollar store, Picus regretted not having his. For Simon's sake. The bus driver was growing increasingly agitated as they held up the line. The brunette could feel the hole boring into the back of his head.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#52b77c">"Are you getting off?"</span> His tone sounded short and dry. The single sentence made the hairs on Pike's arms stand up; he didn't like it. Finally, Simon gave up on the Umbrella, making a run for it would be better than dealing with an annoyed bus driver. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#388659">"We're stepping off, how about you shove one."</span> Pike made sure to give the driver a proper goodbye, before stepping off onto the sidewalk. He did his best to keep up with Simon but with no help of his leg he still managed to lag behind a bit.<br/>
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He would have preferred Simon run along a head of him, now they were both wet by the rain. Not entirely soaked but past the point of being damp. The plant magi didn't mind all that much. Sure, he might catch a cold or something and his left leg was currently soaking in every inch of water it could find on the surface, but they would be dry in no time flat.<br/>
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The air inside calmed his slightly shivering frame. Thank God for the invention of central air. Carefully, Pike knelt down, placing his work bag on the ground in front of him. Instinctively his hand knew where to grab and out came a towel. It was common for Pike to spill dirt, fertilizer and other things on his person while at work so a towel was a must, but he had been very careful this week so it was still clean. It was mainly his hair that Pike wanted to dry. The feeling of it slick and clinging to the back of his neck made him uncomfortable, like the tags on the back of a shirt.<br/>
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He made quick work of it, before passing it over to Simon. Or at least attempting too. His best friend noticed first, and Picus was soon to realize after that Cian had other company. Fortunately, and unfortunately Pike could tell the interest was that of friends, or at least acquaintances. Still, that wouldn't stop Simon from cutting in. Not that Pike had enough time to stop him regardless.<br/>
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Simon did need his help however. A blue and yellow eye pleading from across the way. And what was Picus if not a great best friend? <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#388659">"Yeah Cian,"</span> Throwing the towel across his shoulders, the brunette skipped over. A tactic to get his hair up and away from his neck. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#388659">"You're supposed to be the not-so-Cheshire, Cheshire cat to our costumes remember?"</span> He did his best pleading face; he was quite liking the idea of all their friends joining the Alice in wonderland theme. It would make for some interesting party photos.<br/>
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Luckily his assistance and Simon's quick thinking did the trick. Cian agreed, not that Simon would have given him the chance to decline but, less work for him. Now that his work was done Pike gave a clap of the hands though rather dull in tone as to not be so loud. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#388659">"Since the holiday spirit is going around, I will also buy something."</span> Even if he wasn't playing along with Simon, Picus still would have left the Mirage with a trinket or two. Maybe something small and spooky with a whimsical cuteness for Franklin's tank.<br/>
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Before that, another interesting object caught his eyes. Starring back at him was Jelani's hat. All striking in its bold colors and high topped-ness. Hands outstretched Picus held them in front of the hat. Eyeing its size from the distance, since it wasn't his he was careful not to touch it. He did not know this Jelani character well, and for all intended purposes he could very well be a biter.<br/>
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With the frame of the hat properly gaged between his hands Picus pretended to fit the size on his head. Squatting to get a good look in the clean glass. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#388659">"Do you sell hats like this Cian?"</span> Looking up at his friend he squinted, now shifting the imagery hat into Cian's head. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#388659">"Ya know, you would look good with a top hat. Would you like to re-hash our agreement about the not-so Cheshire, Cheshire cat? Maybe you could be the mad hatter."</span><br/>
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