Nothing said, just a disgruntled look-- the laughter was still silent, as if he'd overcome it though really it was taking all his effort to keep it quiet and his chest ached because of it.
He looked down to where the shirt was being cut straight from him and frowned.
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Date: 2009-02-13 09:19 am (UTC)He looked down to where the shirt was being cut straight from him and frowned.
That was a nice shirt.