Carltoberween
Carl convinces Flynn to go trick-or-treating
"This is stupid" the lizard said.
"C'mon, you look great!" the ram replied.
"This is revenge for that job interview, isn't it?"
"...a little, yes. But it's Halloween! It's time to fuck all with normalcy."
"You say that like you haven't had enough weird shit already."
"C'mon, babe."
Flynn sighed.
He then pecked Carl on his wet nose, before the two of them wrestled with their tongues.
***
The two of them were wandering in the suburbia at sunset. Flynn put on a Dusk Hound costume while Carl was hearing a Dawn Hound one, the horns covered by cloth and just miraculously not piercing it. Flynn looked around, there were too many children.
"Carl, we look like pedophiles!"
"No we pedon't!"
Flynn slapped his forehead.
"Now come on, there's a sweet lady over there."
By "over there" he meant half a mile, and "sweet lady" he meant a body building hyena. Still, she was nice, and wished them well in their trick or treating. Still, they headed Flynn's advice, and frequented houses where children didn't go.
"Aren't you old for this?" said a gharial man.
"Just give him the candy" Flynn sighed.
***
By mid-night, they had accumulated a bag's worth of candy, and decided to retreat back to their apartment. As they went, Flynn looked through their goods.
"Yup, mostly corn candy" he said, "Oh, there's a granola bar."
He took it, probably the only thing in that bag that he wanted to eat. Carl didn't mind, and even found himself a chocolate bar.
"Tonight was great."
Flynn looked at Carl. Despite the chocolate covered lips and beard, he looked positively regal under the moonlight, his cowl now draping and showing off his horns, that glistening under the moonshine. It was moments like those that made everything worth it for the lizard.
"Another round?" Flynn elbowed Carl.
Carl's grin widened.
"Yeah, hell yeah!"