Halien had hidden himself in the closet as he changed into the suit to see how he fit. Unfortunately, the closet was getting stuffy and there wasn't a mirror. Halien knew perfectly well there was a mirror in the costume room, but he loathed going in there. But he had no choice. Stepping into the bright light of the costume room, he surveyed his reflection with distaste. "Ew." He said, wincing. "I look like a fricking undertaker at a undertaker's convention" He said, shrugging off the black silk jacket and replacing it with his trench coat. "Wonder if I can wear this..." He muttered darkly.

Eyes lightening up, Ilkimy ran over to Halien and jumped up and down, excited. "Woot! Halien's looking smexy in a suit! Who has a camera!? Take a picture!" He cheered, patting his pockets for his cell phone.

Glaring at Ilkimy and his cell-phone addiction, Halien had him in a headlock within 3 seconds flat. "Shut... up!" He snarled between gritted teeth. DANG this boy is heavy. WHAT DOES HE EAT?! Oh wait. He eats cake. Naturally. 

(( Bye anti,))

Ash took the shoes. She watched Ilkimy spazz over Halien wearing a suit, and Halien putting him in a headlock. She shook her head. Guys... who knows what they're thinking? She thought.

Kana walked over to halien and ilkimy. "what is going on?" she asked

Halien looked over his shoulder, haughty and intimidating. "Can you at least try to stay out of my personal affairs? I know it's hard, being you and all, but at least try. And the answer is, once again, NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS." He said, steel in his voice.

But Ilkimy wasn't so cold. "I'm trying to get a picture of Halien in a suit and tie!" He chirped, blue eyes sparkling. "You see, he never wears anything formal, it's always sweatshirt, tee-shirt, trenchcoat, that's it! Never anything formal!" He grinned, and then protested as Halien hauled him down the corridor. "Ouch! Haliiiieen! Why not!?" 

But Halien and Ilkimy never heard her reply. Hauling him outside, he dropped him to the ground and muttered, "What was that for Ilk? Do you TRY to draw attention to the fact I'm never wearing 'formal' clothing? What's the need? It's not like James Bond. I'm not going to wear suits when I perform missions. So what's the DEAL?"

Sitting on the ground, Ilkimy stared at Halien with an abnormally solemn ex
pression, then spoke up. "I want you to fall in love with Ash." He stated clearly, looking at the ground. "And I want cake from you."

There was silence. Then Halien fell to the ground with a loud thud and groaned. "Really Ilk? What kind of idiotic plan is this?"