I figured you just like drowning in your clothes. I know mirrors are foreign concepts, Herms, but check yourself in one sometime. ALL your clothes are rather large for you. [He pushed the door a little so it swung back and forth, kind of fidgety, unsure what to say, but not ready to kill the conversation yet. Which was ridiculous. They talked all day, everyday, but it wasn't everyday Hermann sought him out and initiated the conversation, even if it was to inquire about the origin of mysterious parkas.]
Speaking of clothes, actually, you figured out a costume for the masquerade? Or asked our dear Mr. Rogers yet?
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Speaking of clothes, actually, you figured out a costume for the masquerade? Or asked our dear Mr. Rogers yet?