[He doesn't even try to hide the look of satisfaction on his face. Once they've reached a long strip with no immediate need to change lanes, he kicks one knee up to support the steering wheel from the underside and rips off his tie, undoing the top button of his shirt. There's a content sigh as he tosses it in the back and then places his hands back where they are supposed to be.]
Don't need that thing anymore. [Ties were not really his thing, even if they were considered a staple of formal attire. Oh well. Appearances to keep and all that.]
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Don't need that thing anymore. [Ties were not really his thing, even if they were considered a staple of formal attire. Oh well. Appearances to keep and all that.]
Having fun yet?