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Humming a chilling tune under his breath, Aedan walked into his dorm room, scooping Actaeon up for a quick cuddle with his free arm as he made his way over towards the bed.
Having decorated his room to reflect the...festive season that was upon them, he had decided that, since he wasn't able to dress himself up with any real time for creativity, he would at least dress up his trusty sidekick...and who better than Actaeon, who knew how wonderful he looked, anyway? Of all his minipets, it was the shooting star who would most likely tolerate the attire, let alone appreciate it. Getting out some of the items he'd purchased for just that purpose, Aedan butted his nose up against the shooting star's, a small smile curling his lips. When the minipet returned his affection with a light headbutt of his own, the hell horse's smile transformed into a full-fledged grin. With a light ruffling of the mini's mane, Aedan turned to the bag of items he'd brought with him, pulling out a number of things, renewing his humming as he did so.
Ruffling the shooting star's mane, he shook his head at the soft purr that greeted his actions, unable to help himself. He set to work, determined to see how well he could pull this off - he folded, he slid bits of fabric over the small mini, and he may (although he'd never admit it later) have even stitched a few pieces to make them less inclined to slide out of place, all while avoiding the occasionally-impatient fidgetings of a minipet who, while he enjoyed the attention, was not typically inclined toward staying still for extended periods of time.
And finally, he thought, he was done.
The shooting star had his mane brushed out, locks framing his face delicately as he snorted, tossing his head with the hint of arrogance, and more, the expectation of due affection being owed to him, simply for existing, that had always endeared the small creature to Aedan, from the very beginning. he had a small series of straps, made of cloth, criss-crossing his face, with small triangles of fabric hanging down to sway delicately in the wind (or with movement, as the case may be). An embroidered blanket lay across his back, with a small mock saddle perched atop it, practically begging for a creature of small enough stature to mount up and ride off.
He was a knight's destrier, with all of the adornment one might expect for court - there were delicate gold chains connecting parts of the costume, as well as small charms, and a demeanor as proud as any one might expect to see of a beast inclined toward carrying about a being that served with nobility and gentility.
Stepping back, Aedan fished about in his bag for a few other items (not including treats for the other minipets that called his rather small dorm room home), beckoning Chaeia, and Aralaea, in particular, for a less intricate set of costumes.
For Chaeia, there was a small set of golden wings, for they were unlikely to either get on her nerves, or get in her way as she lazed about the room (usually draped across his legs, if he were honest), and for Aralaea, there was simply a mock cloak, giving her a mysterious, pensive air. As he fastened the pair's 'costumes' around them, he couldn't help but wonder what his friends would have thought of the time he'd spent dressing up his minipets, while he himself didn't have a costume at all to wear to celebrate the most important, and major, holiday of the year.
Sometimes, life was odd...and yet oddly charming, at the same time.
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