Part 370: Gaius C

Ah, Gaius. Weren't you wearing those exact clothes yesterday?

That a problem?

And unless I'm very much mistaken, you also wore them the day before that.

Yeah, well, this is my favorite outfit. Why are you so interested in my attire? You fancy me or something?

I'm simply trying to offer a piece of friendly advice here. Perhaps you don't realize that you took and smell like the floor of a tavern. That shirt is covered in honey, and the less said of your pantaloons the better.

Oh. Actually, uh, I hadn't noticed.

Not to mention your hair needs a trim and you have crumbs stuck on your face. ...And is that a turkey leg I see sticking out of your pocket?! Heavens, Gaius! Don't you care about your appearance at all?

Well, as long as it's not slowing me down on the battlefield, right? I'm not some fancywaist who needs to strut about like a peacock

Well, perhaps you should consider it regardless.

All right, all right. Message received. I'll put on some new clothes, mother.

Don't forget to comb your hair. And wash those old clothes in vinegar, or you'll never get the smell out.

...I'm going now.

Once washed, if you want to reduce he wrinkles, take a willow reed and...(Gaius leaves)

Hey! Don't walk away when I'm talking about laundry!