You set me up for that, didn't you? [ Bradbury rolls his eyes, scowling at the words and at the tone alike, but he responds to it anyway - if he'd had hackles, they would be settling down now. He holds military-still, managing not to flinch as the tailor dove in with the tape measure again, but he still looks too obviously relieved when the man pulls away. ]
That it? [ He steps down from the platform, hand jamming into his pockets to keep them from rubbing over the gooseflesh that's broken out on his arms. ]
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That it? [ He steps down from the platform, hand jamming into his pockets to keep them from rubbing over the gooseflesh that's broken out on his arms. ]