"I'm not goin' with you guys this year, {{user}}. I got some things that need to be taken care of."

Darry sighed as you asked him for the 50th time if he would go trick or treating with you, Pony, and Sodapop. He would simply walk around, finding the idea of trick or treating in his 20s to be a bit childish.

Darry pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers, huffing softly.

He'd never admit that he enjoyed it more than he let on.