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Highland Fling
"Stone Cold!" Spinelli beams at him. "Just in time, we must be off."
"Off?" Jason croaks, stunned by the bizarre sight before him. "Why are you wearing a…" Words-as they often do where Spinelli is concerned-fail him.
"Ah, yes," his roommate visibly preens as his eyes skim down over his own colorful attire. "Do you like it?"
"It's a kilt," Jason says weakly.
"Indeed, the proud MacDonald tartan, a familial connection which I donned in honor of the Highland Festival…" He swallows as Jason steps impossibly closer.
"Ooch, laddie," Jason's throaty voice raises goosebumps, his wandering hands blushes, "What say we abide a wee and try and discover what exactly a true Scotsman wears under his kilt?"