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[gravitas_master]

Stephen tugs up his pants, working on the fastens of his pants as he calls into the bathroom. "James! How formal is this restaurant?" He reaches for his shirt, slipping it onto it and buttoning it carefully. "Will this do?"

He peers into the bathroom, groaning at the sight of Wilson shaving. "I-- what? You're-- dinner, right?"

Yay, backidation.