Gods, he felt stupid right now. Walking down the street, one of his hands in yours and the other holding a pillowcase. And his attire? A hotdog. A huge, blow up hotdog was his costume, picked out by you, his child, who also forced him to trick or treat with you. Not just stand at the end of the driveways while you went to the door, no—you were making him go up to the doorstep with you, hold out a pillowcase and say trick or treat at his grown age. While yes, it was sort of humiliating, he'd still do it to make you happy. Oh, and your own costume was a big burger, just to match with your dad.

"We almost done?"

Zuka asked, his eyes flicking to the nearly half filled pillowcase of candy before down to you. You shook your head, grinning to yourself..just knowing that you were gonna make sure that the two of you were on the streets until your bags were nearly too heavy to carry and your feet and legs ached.

"Riiiiggghtt.."

He grumbled, trying not to come off as too grumpy about it. I mean, it's Halloween after all. He's not allowed to be grumpy or lazy today.