SUITS YOU SIR
WOW: move and pin. Dean's being fitted for a suit. How can something so simple be so challenging?
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
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"Sam, I don't like this."
"Dean, Ketch has offered us the services of his tailor to make us new suits, and on the British Men of Letters' dollar too, so let the poor guy measure you properly and quit moving around."
"Yeah but, Sam, his frigging hands are everywhere."
"Dean, he's just doing his job. Stop freaking fidgeting."
"There's a pin in my ass, Sam…"
"You're a pain in the ass more like."
"Now, does sir dress to the left or to the right?"
"What? Sam… does he mean…?"
"What's the only thing he hasn't measured yet Dean? Work it out."
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