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"Ya know Finch, there's been something nagging the back of my mind." -thoughtful-
"And what would that be, Mister Reese?" -curious-
"Your paisley kerchief, what does it match?" -honest-
"And what makes you think it needs to match anything?" -avoiding-
"Because you're Finch." -blunt-
"... Fine. Yes it matches...
... My socks." -hesitant-
"Your socks? You have paisley socks?" -disbelief
"Is there a problem Mister Reese?"-huffy-
"Nope. Not at all." -smirk-
~awkward pause~
"Though, you might want to pick a better lie. I can see your socks peeking under your pants right now. They aren't paisley." -smug-
"I didn't say I was wearing them right now, Reese." -annoyed-
"Then what's the point in them matching at all?" -confused-
"Get back to work Mister Reese. Don't you have guns to clean?" -exasperated-
"Yes I do. I'll get you tea later, Finch. See you at lunch." -devious-
"That's not necessary, Mister Reese!" -hastey-
~He was already gone~
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Paisley Tie 1 |
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Paisley Tie 2 |
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