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Steve stood in his bathroom, checking himself out in the full-length mirror and inspecting the costume Robin picked out for him. He could see almost his entire leg because of where the hem on the shorts landed. When he turned, he could even see a little cheek.
He tried pulling on the bottom of the shorts to cover himself up a little more, but then his ass started to fall out of the top. Sure, he was a bit of a slut, but he also didn’t want to show off this much.
“Robin!” he yelled. She was the one who told him to put these on, and she would have to be the one to answer to him.
They’d been debating for the last two months what to dress up as for Halloween (obviously they had to have matching costumes; that wasn’t even up for debate), and Robin finally got tired of his hem-ing and haw-ing and just told him that she’d show up the night-of with their outfits.
And now she was trying to get him to wear… He wasn’t even sure what the outfit was. All he had so far were these skimpy white shorts with black spots on them.
He grabbed the larger bag she’d handed him, hoping there would be more outfit in there.
There wasn’t. When he looked inside, there was a headband with a pair of black dog ears and a tail that matched his shorts. Was he supposed to be a dalmatian?
He yelled for Robin again. Finally, he heard footsteps approaching from down the hall.
“Yeah?” Robin called, outside the bathroom door.
Steve yanked the door open and glared at her. He was about to chew her out, when… “What are you wearing?”
She had on a full-sized jumpsuit with vinyl decorations that was designed to look like a firefighter’s uniform.
“My costume?” she asked him, looking blankly at him like he was the stupid one.
“Why am I going out in practically my underwear, when you get to wear all that?” he asked her, exasperatedly, gesturing to her costume.
“You’re not in your underwear; you’ve got a full costume,” she told him, being purposely obtuse, Robin, God damn it.
Steve went to take the shorts off and said, “I’m not wearing this. We’re finding me a different costume.”
“Steve,” she said firmly, “wear the shorts.”
He gaped at her. “No!”
He watched her eyes calculate for a moment, before her face twisted up into an upset expression. “You don’t want to match me?” He swore he could see tears forming in her eyes.
“God, Robin! You’re such a bitch!” he fumed and jammed the ear headband onto his head.
She was instantly all smiles again. He knew she’d been faking! “You love me!” she said. “Now let me draw your puppy-nose on.”