"Excuse me?" Wensley blinked, highly affronted. "I am not wearing a..." He blinked again, and looked down.
"Oh. I am wearing a dress." For a second he tried to imagine why Adam would dress him like this, but shrugged it off for the moment. "It is rather nice, isn't it?"
"Jeremy Wensleydale," he replied, lifted her hand and kissing it.* "I haven't seen you here, either. I like your costume as well. Isn't the armour heavy, though?"
*He was trying to look chivalrous, but instead ended up looking rather awkward. It also had the unfortunate taste of iron in his mouth the rest of the night.
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Date: 2005-11-24 04:13 am (UTC)"Oh. I am wearing a dress." For a second he tried to imagine why Adam would dress him like this, but shrugged it off for the moment. "It is rather nice, isn't it?"
"Jeremy Wensleydale," he replied, lifted her hand and kissing it.* "I haven't seen you here, either. I like your costume as well. Isn't the armour heavy, though?"
*He was trying to look chivalrous, but instead ended up looking rather awkward. It also had the unfortunate taste of iron in his mouth the rest of the night.