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The persona of Clark Kent could be a little bit exhausting to hold up sometimes; especially at parties like this, where there were so many people. Clark played the part perfectly well enough for awhile, but there came a point when he wanted to be able to talk more freely with someone who knew who he truly was, and thankfully he spotted just the person for such a thing. Taking the extra measure to spill juice all over himself clumsily, he grabbed some napkins while muttering fretting words to himself as he walked away, taking the opportunity to move over to the corner where Bruce was standing “Nice costume.” Clark said as he approached, a hint of a smirk on the corners of his lips, fully aware that he was also not wearing a costume; at least, not in the conventional sense. “We must look like the two grumpy old guys who’ve forgotten the spirit of Halloween.” He added with a small chuckle and a shake of his head.