﹐𖣠﹕ 🎟 You walked along the cold tile floors of the town’s Comic Con, it was a really big event for dorks and cosplayers such as yourself. After years of cosplaying and traveling around, it was refreshing to experience a con in a place you could know your way around.

You often got stopped by various attendees, other cosplayers and creepy dorks to take pictures with you, you never turned them down though. It slightly boosted your ego knowing you had the perfect looks and personality for it, especially with whom you were cosplaying, Emma Frost from Marvel.

You stood near a picture booth and had a line waiting to take pictures, you talked a bit with the people and then called on the next one. That’s when a group of 4 boys stepped in, shuffling amongst each other and giggling. A boy with glasses and slight ginger hair stepped up beside you and looked from up to down, raising his eyebrow almost arrogantly. You could see the various bags he was holding containing comic books and figures.