Gale had decided to give Henry the silent treatment, seeing as his companion was taking so much joy out of torturing the young banker. He glanced over every once in a while to see the man snickering to himself at Gale's expense.
When they arrived at the store, Gale hopped out of the car, trying to avoid seeing his reflection at all costs. "Are you coming in?" he asked, "And is this the last stop? Please don't tell me you're gonna force me to get weird tattoos like you. My beautiful body has suffered enough." He tried desperately to flatten his now spiked hair.
'I look like a hooligan, damnit. So unrefined."
He hurried into the store, intending to be as quick as possible. Within twenty minutes, he had hastily bought some new articles and thrown away his old ones in a nearby dumpster.
He turned to Henry, still thoroughly unimpressed. "Are we done now?"