"PLEASE I SPENT SO LONG MAKING IT."
"No, Tosya, I'm an adult, I don't--"
"PLEEEEASE OH MY GOD I PRICKED MY FINGERS SO MANY TIMES SEWING THAT OHMYGODDEACONPLEEEEASE."
I groaned. He got like this around Halloween. It made working with him almost unbearable. Tosya, see, always insisted we play the role of, as he called them, "candy drones", every Halloween. This was to cater to the three children in the apartment complex we were currently occupying. We'd only be there until the end of the month, but I was already itching to have my own space again. Tosya is not a very tidy roommate.
Back to the children. Their ages drastically varied from maybe-out-of-diapers to ready-to-dress-like-a-slut. But did Tosya care? Nope, he sure as hell did not. It was an excuse to dress up, which apparently appealed to him more than it would a four-year-old girl.