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"You’re trying to irabbed a pair of scissors off the counter, snipped at the neck of Laszlo’s red shirt, and ripped it halfway down "There Perfect!"
"What? You just destroyed a" - Laszlo glanced at the bill - "a hundred-dollar shirt!"
"And it looks fabulous!" Wilson peeled the shirt back to reveal Laszlo’s pasty white chest "Now you’re saying, ’Let’s get it on, hot rasped at a button on his new jacket
"Stop that" Wilson slapped at his hand "It ruins your aura of confidence"
"I don’t have an aura of confidence"
Wilson groaned, then glared at Gregori "Do you expect ori assured hiood"
"His name is Laszlo?" Wilson asked in a shocked voice "Oh God, no We’re getting rid of that"
"What?" Laszlo sputtered "But - but - "
"Stop that" Wilson swatted his shoulder, then stepped back, tapping a finger against his ori shook his head "Not ht" Wilson waved a hand in the air "I once knew a lovely man named Lance, but he fell for a olf Can you believe he chose a fur ball when he could have had ot it" Wilson snapped his fingers, then pointed at Laszlo "Laser!"
"Where?" Laszlo looked over his shoulder
"No, you! You’re Laser" Wilson adjusted the lapels on his jacket "And I’ll give you soy chest"
"Oh Okay" Laszlo tried to ease the ripped shirt back together
"Stop that" Wilson slapped at his hands "Don’t you want to look sexy?"
"I-I thought she ence"
Wilson snorted "Are you kidding? Wolanced toward the door when Dougal stepped in "Oh My God"
Gregori suy who needs a makeover"
"Oh yes" Wilson approached hi hial inclined his head "How do ye do?"
"Yes," Wilson repeated, tapping a finger against hisa haircut, too?"
Dougal shrugged "I look like a pirate"
"Oh" Laszlo frowned, twisting a button on his jacket
"H him, then reached out to touch his white shirt "No" He eyed his kilt "No" His eyes widened at the sight of his sporran "No!" His gaze lifted to Dougal’s hair "Oh hell, no!"
"What happened to yes?" Dougal asked
Wilson waved a disri to your hair?"
"Iwash it"
"With what?" Wilson wrinkled his nose "Lye soap?"
"No’ recently"
"When did you last use conditioner?"
Dougal paused, trying to reori "How ht?"
Gregori chuckled "If anyone can do it, it’s you"
"Well, that’s true" Wilson touched a strand of Dougal’s hair and hissed "Your split ends have split ends What have you been cutting it with, a dull axe?"
Dougal snorted "I’ian dubh from his knee sock "I use a wee blade"
"Oh God" Wilson jual leaned over to slide the knife back into its scabbard "But kinda sexy What is that on your hand? A htened "I lostAnd powerful" Wilson’s eyes lit up "I’ve got it! We’ll redo your iht your al winced "Must you?"
"Yes!" Wilson punched the air with his fist "We’ll dress you all in black and cover you with zippers and chains And handcuffs!"
Dougal frowned "I doona believe that chains and handcuffs will inspire a worinned "She’ll love it!"
Gregori chuckled "Sounds kinky tothis for a woman? Which woman?"
"Stop that" Wilson swatted at hial "We’ll get rid of the antique shirt and skirt"
" ’Tis called a kilt," Dougal ?" Wilson leaned over for a closer look
Dougal gritted his teeth " ’Tis called a sporran - a fine, st the Scots"
Wilson sroin area Yeah, I’d call that al stepped back "Doona touch the htened, his hand pressed to his chest "Oh rinned "I relowered at theet you started" Wilson ainst the wall
"I need to get back to work," Laszlo mumbled
"See you later, Laser" Wilson waved at hiori patted him on the back "Good luck, dude Tell Abby I’ll be back soon"
Laszlo cast a worried look at Dougal, then hurried frohed He should have told Laszlo that he was pursuing Leah But since he wasn’t ress, it hadn’t seerabbed a smock off the counter "Here, take off your shirt and put this on"
Dougal hesitated "I canna put that on top?"
"The neckband on your shirt is too high" Wilson waved a hand "Coal winced inwardly, then unbuttoned his shirt Maybe if he took it off with vampire speed -
"What is that?" Wilson yanked back his collar "A tat?"
" ’Tis nothing" Dougal quickly pulled off his shirt and reached for the smock
Wilson whisked the snificent!"