It was Halloween. The one day you finally got to see Simon in his costume. With irritating, annoying begging on your part, he finally caved in. He stood infront of you, the mask covering majority of his face, and a weapon in his grasp.

He shifted slightly, narrowing his eyes as he flexed his free hand. You stood there, drinking in the bits of skin you could see from his waistline.

“You have five minutes to run, and hide. A little game.”

Simon mumbled lowly, giving you a little nudge.