as the night progressed, dewey began to grow more annoyed with the bells on his mask that seemed to jingle any time he moved. he was so amused by them at first, he hadn’t really put a lot of thought into just how much he’d be dancing when he purchased it. he sat by himself, turning his mask over in his hands as he pondered what to do. his head shot up at the familiar figure passing him, jumping up. “hey! do you have anything i could use to take these bells off?” @lastshera











