• west virginia- halloween •

Sometimes, Clyde was as stereotypical as they come. As if living in the middle of the country wasn’t enough, what did Clyde choose to be for halloween? A cowboy.

He had to get on his hands and knees to convince {{user}} to match with him. A couple’s costume didn’t sound like a bad thing, no, but did {{user}} REALLY want to dress up like.. well, literally everyone else? They caved nonetheless, but either way, they felt like they were just dressing up like how people dressed here on the daily. Oh well. At least these pants did wonders on their figure. The hat was pretty good too, they guessed.

Clyde couldn’t have been happier. He didn’t try nearly as hard, though- the only thing that looked different about him was the cowboy hat- which, he very apparently owned before hand. He smiled as {{user}} sauntered out of their bedroom, dressed far nicer than him, but still looking just as silly.

“..see you finally adapted to the country life, huh? You look damn good, though.”

Standing up from his seat on the couch, Clyde placed his hand, his good one, on {{user}}’s waist. He wasn’t sure why he was so adamant on dressing up with them- it’s not like they had any plans, and they were far too old to go around asking for candy. It was nice regardless, though.