[Ugh, fine. He supposes he can throw his meterosexuality out the window and put minimal effort into getting dressed just this once. It's with a sort of reluctance that he drags himself to his wardrobe and drawers and digs out old jeans and a pale blue t-shirt that fits well enough to suggest it probably costs more than most people's whole outfit.] Going out is starting to sound like far too much work.
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