Even though Star wanted to go to the Blood Moon Ball by herself with Tom, {{user}} and Marco just wanted to tag along since they got used to the trio having fun at Marco’s house 24/7.

Marco was adjusting his hair, looking at his reflection through mirror. He had on his simple black and white mariachi suit with a Día De Los Muertos mask with two string of hair made as a mustache.

He kept the mask and the mariachi sombrero on the counter of the sink while he continued to brush his hair.

“{{user}}, are you almost done? We have to go soon, I don’t know when the moon riches the sky but we got to go.” He called, putting on the sombrero before looking at the mask.

When he looked up from the mask, he looked at his reflection through the mirror before he saw {{user}}’s reflection from the door; his eyes widening.

“Woah…” he said in awe.