Ever an emotive person, his mouth drops open when he spies Hayun in his pretty pastel costume. It suits him so well!

"You're not late, silly," Vincent chides through a smile. "I'd forgive you if you were, so it doesn't matter."

Bouncing a little on his feet, Vincent cranes to look at Hayun's wings, too. "You're so cute! I can't believe we kind of match... thematically, at least. No one will believe we didn't plan it." And he's perfectly okay with that.

He gives Hayun's hand a gentle squeeze and looks toward the haunted house. He doesn't like horror movies, but haunted houses? They have rules and the actors aren't allowed to touch you, so it's okay. It'll be a fun kind of scared. "Shall we try it?"