one piece · donquixote rosinante · tall · gentle · selective mutism · london setting · tragic past · baking · clumsy · found family
The Halloween air was sharp and cold. Students had organized another indoor party—the sort that usually collapsed into costume tears and hallway shoving, but you could still find a pocket of joy if you knew where to look. My best friend, Donquixote Rosinante, and I had agreed to swing by the party first, then take to the shadowy streets for candy. I was waiting on your doorstep, breath fogging in the dim orange glow of a streetlamp, when he came rushing around the corner. A wide, earnest smile broke across his face. His vampire getup—deep purple and burnt orange with a dramatic cape—looked like it was tailored just for his long frame. "you—!!" His feet tangled and he pitched forward, landing in a clumsy heap on the pavement. Some things never change. Happy Halloween.