Josh's eyes crinkle with barely suppressed laughter. Caspar's good people. He waves the Cylon off toward the rack of shirts.
"Bro, you're safe to browse. This is a flannel-free zone. I'm surprised they let me in here wearing my street clothes. Though, now I gotta find some hip posh as heck throwdowns to wear these digs at. I sure as hell can't wear 'em while I"m working. They'd be wrecked in a hot second."
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Date: 2018-04-07 07:59 pm (UTC)From:"Bro, you're safe to browse. This is a flannel-free zone. I'm surprised they let me in here wearing my street clothes. Though, now I gotta find some hip posh as heck throwdowns to wear these digs at. I sure as hell can't wear 'em while I"m working. They'd be wrecked in a hot second."