𝐒𝐚𝐦.

I nodded, more enthusiastically this time, a smile on my face. "Same," I echoed while slowly jabbing a finger against his chest, then doing the same with mine. Somehow, from the very beginning, we were the same. And there was definitely a strange kind of comfort in that.

"White hair." I brought his fingers up to touch my head now, peering at him. My hair was much longer now. I could look like him. "You. Me. Same."

"Real?" Fingers reached up to tug a strand of hair lightly. He looked... different. Older. I could still recognize him, of course. I could also feel his mind, which helped a lot to find some sort of comfort. I knew he wanted to go out and show me how this worked, but I >

"Many rules." I pinched the tip of my nose. Although I liked the idea of candy. "No pay?" I still remember people running after me when I took some items and walked away without giving them money. "Match." I nodded, pointing at us again.

"Tradition," I murmured, still trying to wrap my head around it. I make a 'knock-knock' gesture as if it questioning it. My eyes dropped to my current outfit before meeting his gaze again. "Custome?" I pointed at us in turn, already wondering what he had in mind.

Staring at him. Then blinking. Then staring again. Why was his hair ( white )? And the googles...

"Have to?" An echo of words, confusion plain across my features. A compulsion? Was there a rule for this? "Costume?" The idea of both made my eyes glint with both curiosity and excitement.