Yeah, sure. I'll wear something spooky and slutty, hand them out to anyone that'll take them.

[Maybe with some weed included, to prompt an actual desire for cheap little pieces of plastic. He's rinsing Oliver's hair slowly, handfuls of water - one hand tilting his head back, so it runs down and away from his face. He could make this easier somehow but hey, any more excuse to lay in warm water is fine by him.]

I'm gonna steal some of the clothes on the back rack though. I like the gross grunge style sometimes.