"Dumb vampire costume…" Zion muttered under his breath as he stepped back. The space between them gave Suga just enough relief to let out a quiet sigh, his shoulders easing.
But then Zion narrowed his eyes.
Suga instantly pressed his lips together, realizing he might've crossed a line. The air turned a little awkward, heavy, and he scrambled to find something, anything— to say that would soften the sting of his words.
"…But you…" Suga's gaze wandered over him from head to toe, before he forced a cheerful smile and blurted, "You still look cool, though! Ah, and you even have a cloak. Very… traditional vampire stereotype from media."
Zion only stared at him, brow furrowed in open bewilderment, as if Suga had just said something insane.
His hand suddenly lifted, making Suga flinch. But instead of hitting him, Zion's fingers brushed into the strands of his wig, twirling them idly. "You just said I looked dumb."
