Everyone knew the luck that came with a rabbit's foot, but having it in a household having a costume party always spelled bad news, especially when this object was cursed to bring you luck...normally. Kyle's parents were out of town for the entire weekend on important business, and being 19, decided to have the usual party. Standing at a height of about 5'6", he wasn't the tallest out of all the people that had come to the party, but wearing a werewolf mask. Not bothering to wear the furry outfit that he had, but put on a classic plaid shirt to act like a wolf-man. Having a slim, lean figure, wasn't much too appealing even with his own sky-blue eyes that would soon change eventually, noticing a cute woman come to the party dressed almost the opposite of him. Soon he was walking up to her and speaking to her, "Hey there, my name's Kyle, what's yours, darlin'?" he asked her softly kind of muffled with the mask over his face.
Wearing tattered blue jeans to give his costume more effect, and it was hard to pick up anything with the paws he wore on his hand. "Wolf-man's my costume, may I ask what yours is?" he said to her, soon taking a seat patting the couch that seemed fresh.
Wearing tattered blue jeans to give his costume more effect, and it was hard to pick up anything with the paws he wore on his hand. "Wolf-man's my costume, may I ask what yours is?" he said to her, soon taking a seat patting the couch that seemed fresh.