My hoodie and I'm wearing it as I type this and most likely as you read it. I love it too much and if I still trick or treat like I used to I'd love to go as one of the guys. Dally, do you have a hoodie like this?
One more thing, Gacha only knows the classic costumes so to pull off a certain costume would take luck and close resemblances so that's why I try to find close calls.
...It was tempting to turn this into another sin chapter, by the way...
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It's now Halloween and The Sunshine Cafe had decorated its windows and tables for the season. Even the employees were dressed for the occasion.
"I just love Halloween," said Becky. "Don't you, Stephen?"
Stephen smiled as he flipped the sign from close to open.
"I like the idea of cosplay," he said as he adjusted his jacket. "I'm surprised I didn't see Jessie this morning. I wonder what she's going as, but I like my costume."
"I think I saw her this morning," said Becky as she put the strap of her medical bag over her shoulder. "I told her that if she comes into the cafe, I'm sending her upstairs."
"Oh? Why's that?"
"I know she wears some revealing clothes, but this outfit... Oh boy... She'll be coming in around closing time. God, to believe she's at Painter's Listening Point painting in that."
"What is she?"
"I think she was going for a werewolf or some kind of cat."
Both costumes were pretty cute in Stephen's head. He knew she'd wear something close to what she wore regularly... Heh. It's tempting to say what I find funny, but I don't think She'd like that I said it so I'll keep my mouth shut. Heh heh heh.
Let's check up on Jessie.
"Come on, Jess!" said Caleb as he flapped his long sleeves like crazy. "He'll love it! Especially with the new hairstyle!"
" Yeah... and I'm supposed to listen to the pirate-pumpkin ripoff."
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