I should not have followed them. Raymond thought, looking at the people in front of him, a slight annoyance coming on his face as he stood there, sighing in defeat.
"I think this will look good on him." Clause said, holding up a shirt with frills all over it. Too many frills for him to be able to make out that it is, indeed, a shirt.
Please no more. Raymond thought, already knee-deep in clothes that range from normal to absolutely ridiculous.
"You just want an excuse to dress someone up, Clause," Emery said, throwing the shirt to a corner, holding up a shirt full of fringes. "These look nice."
"And you think that is better?" Clause asked, throwing the shirt that Emery held up to the corner. "He will look like he is trying to be some kind of cowboy. Those people do not exist anymore, Emery."
