“Where do you want me to start, huh?” Dally jogged a few feet to catch up with the stranger, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking alongside. “You’re wearin’ a bowtie, man. That pretty much says it all.”
Blaine kept walking not expecting the guy to make the effort to catch up and answer his question. Not everyone fully appreciated his dapper style. He totally got that. Few stuck around to point out it’s ‘flaws’ however. Blinking, he tugged the corner of his bowtie and glanced down in it’s direction. Uh oh. Dallas insulted the bowtie? He did! Blaine pouted thoughtfully looking like he was finding a way recover from a slap to his dignity. “Uhm.. What’s wrong with the bowtie?”
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