(Gerard asks him, later, what he's actually supposed to be. Frank thinks about it for a while.
"Zombie unicorn?" He eventually goes with, and Gerard looks like he's trying to choke back the weird little giggle that emerges. "How about you?"
Gerard looks at him, completely deadpan, from inside the welter of eyeliner and glitter and draping things and the beautiful, fucked up wings, and tells him that he didn't know it was a costume party at all.)
"Zombie unicorn?" He eventually goes with, and Gerard looks like he's trying to choke back the weird little giggle that emerges. "How about you?"
Gerard looks at him, completely deadpan, from inside the welter of eyeliner and glitter and draping things and the beautiful, fucked up wings, and tells him that he didn't know it was a costume party at all.)