A gaggle of five children surrounding a tall, immaculately dressed and slightly armored man immediately bellowed out in a loud and enthusiastic cry of des bonbons ou un sort, their cheers accompanied by a the shrill, buzzing cry of an ecstatic and eyepatched Heracross standing with them. The suited man chuckled, clapping his white-gloved hands together and nodding.
“Now that, children,” Ren began, before predictably flipping his hair back in the most dramatic way he could. “Is how you say trick-or-treat like real gentleman.”
“Okay, but... can’t we just say trick-or-treat?” One of the boys dressed like a shuppet asked. “Seems a lot easier.”
“Well you see, mon amie, if you wish your Halloween to be nothing more than easy, I suppose you could...” Ren began to lecture... but before he could get too far, his golden eye immediately fell on the fair-haired man clad in metal walking down the street. Without fail, a wide and goofy smile stretched across his lips, and he found himself unable to look away.
Kabuto, the Heracross, eyed his friend, then eyed the source of his friend’s sudden focus. The beetle blinked a few times, confused, before he made it a point to lightly punch Ren’s in the ribs. A soft oof and a foul look at Kabuto later, the samurai suddenly realized what he was doing, and immediately that dopey grin was replaced with one of slight embarrassment--and silently hoped that Salomon hadn’t noticed. Or at least, noticed and been too incredibly put off.
“Right-o then! Children!” Ren said declaratively, pulling out a pokeball and summoning Gunba. The scolipede immediately gave her human a foul look--as if she had any other look to give--but she knew what she had agreed to in exchange for the premium feed, so she tried to make her distaste somewhat less obvious for the children. “Get on Gunba’s back. My faithful steed shall be your guide on a Halloween adventure, filled with dashing heroes and delicious, sugary treasures you’ll not soon forget!”
The children cheered happily, and Ren helped each child get on the back of the scolipede--who thankfully was a good sport and didn’t buck them off the moment they touched her carapace like he feared. Gunba huffed haughtily in her master’s face before she finally started to make her slow trot down the street. The samurai would follow... but before he did, he turned to see if he could find that face he so longed to see.