Keith sighed to himself. This...was a little insane, even by his standards. WHo knows how much crap he would get for this? Or how many hours of detention.
For about the 600th time, he checked his quiver. The arrows were blunt, but had been dipped in sticking solution he had nicked from the dungeons. They were a go.
"Well, watch, this is it." He muttered, checking his small silver watch. It replied by flashing a ton of different colors and giving him a headache. "Thanks. You too." He muttered. He shook his head. "This is the stuff people become legends for...I just hope I survive it."
He shrugged off his sweatshirt and pants. The wings stuck to his back were actually fairly realistic, though he had no idea how he would get them off. The diaper was a little stupid, but all in the spirit of the holiday, right?
Oh, right. His subconscious sneered. Couldn't have gotten in the spirit of the holiday at christmas, could you have? No, valentines day. Idiot. Keith hit himself in the head. His subconscious was smarter than him, but that didn't mean he had to listen to it.
"Up, up and away," he muttered, throwing the door to the great hall open and begging to sprint dow the center isle. "Happy valentines day, **********"