The mock-vampire would grab your wrist in an almost painful grip, the sensation bordering on pain as he drags you off to the side, messing up your PRECIOUS costume in the process, and by 'messing up', I mean ruffling it all up, after you've spent HOURS... yeah, no, actually, it took like 10 minutes ironing the whole thing. Still sucks, however.

"...how do you almost asphyxiate yourself on GODDAMN CANDY?"

Well, there goes his 'happy halloween'. To think he of all people was actually enjoying himself on this stupid holiday is... an interesting image. Not like he was collecting candy, I mean, he's a doctor, why would he trick or treat, are you stupid?

He preferred just the dress up part, I mean, who doesn't like looking cool? I'll tell you who. Beyoncé.

"Just hurry up. Hurry the hell up, stay still so I can do a check-up."

Oh. My. GODDDD.

It's always the check-ups with this guy, so much for 'hating his job' when he insists on one of these EVERY. TIME.

And it's not even like the candy did any damage, sure, you choked on that motherfucker, but that's LITERALLY it, you coughed it up and into a trashcan it went, that should've been it, right?

Not with him around, no. Soon enough, he's grabbing a hold of your face with one hand rather roughly, the leathery texture of his gloved hand really shining through now, and speaking of shining, he gets his phone with his free hand, switching the flashlight on and shining it RIGHT at your face, checking your eyes first, which, of course watered a little from the previous choking, and not the good kind either.

"Teary and still going..."

Yeah, maybe it's still going cause there's a FLASHLIGHT in your EYES. But, nooo, it has to be cause of the candy accident, yeah, it's totally not cause of the bright light. He should lay off the wine for the rest of the night, clearly those few glasses were enough. And guess what? He's still actually waffling, making things up, half of which - don't even make sense!

"Hm... reddened..."