“Not for me? What the hell is that supposed to me…” Roger trailed off as he got a better look at the woman in front of him. He stared. And then he gaped. “That’s a bloody fantastic costume then,” he answered Pippin’s rather over-hasty explanation, his voice thick with disbelief. “What in the…”
“I’m Adam Young.”
Roger turned his eyes to the speaker, and suddenly the strangeness of the woman didn’t seem to matter so much. He was still staring, and even gaping a little, and was dimly aware that he must have looked a gigantic fool at that moment.
He pulled himself together with an effort.
“I’m Roger Dowd,” he said doing his best to match Adam’s tone. He succeeded mostly, except for some reason his voice sounded smaller than Adam’s, even though Roger was taller. “Pippin’s boyfriend from Uni.”
He hadn’t meant to put the emphasis on boyfriend, really, but after all, this was The Competition, and he had a large backup, while Roger, apparently, had nil. He glowered as he watched Pippin come up behind Adam’s right shoulder.
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“I’m Adam Young.”
Roger turned his eyes to the speaker, and suddenly the strangeness of the woman didn’t seem to matter so much. He was still staring, and even gaping a little, and was dimly aware that he must have looked a gigantic fool at that moment.
He pulled himself together with an effort.
“I’m Roger Dowd,” he said doing his best to match Adam’s tone. He succeeded mostly, except for some reason his voice sounded smaller than Adam’s, even though Roger was taller. “Pippin’s boyfriend from Uni.”
He hadn’t meant to put the emphasis on boyfriend, really, but after all, this was The Competition, and he had a large backup, while Roger, apparently, had nil. He glowered as he watched Pippin come up behind Adam’s right shoulder.