Hold on a second. I have to get /fitted/ for a tuxedo? D:
Oh god, why? Isn’t it just a special shirt? Why do I have to get fitted? Why do I even have to be there? Can’t my mom just walk in and say “give me a medium tuxedo”. Why does fitting need to happen?
What does fitting even entail? Am I going to have to stand there for an hour while they poke and prod and measure me? Ugh, man; this is going to suck.
Gosh, formal wear is always such a pain. o_0

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i-intend-to-be said:
you’re pretty much the most inept person ever at suiting up,
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