Wensley sighed. He may act like a stick in the mud, but one thing he hated more than anything was seeing his friends sad. "Fine, I'll dress up," he muttered, feeling better when Adam perked up like a dog offered a bone. "I'm not choosing my own costume, though, so you'll have to come up with something. You know I don't have a very good imagination."
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Date: 2005-11-02 01:11 am (UTC)"Now, back to those costumes..."