[Shelly does not mind pink, in moderation. Moderation is something that is clearly lacking here, however.
As soon as everything else sinks in, though, the colours become a secondary aggravation. He's wearing pink briefs that are far, far more form-fitting than he would like, and nothing else aside from his monocle. If he cared to stare at his own crotch, perhaps he would notice the charming little line running down the middle of his underwear, and the red circle on one side. He doesn't. There is someone else with him. Before he even sees who it is, he feels his heart racing like it hasn't in years. He mentally berates himself for his shameful lack of self-control.
Slowly, he turns his head and sees his companion.]
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As soon as everything else sinks in, though, the colours become a secondary aggravation. He's wearing pink briefs that are far, far more form-fitting than he would like, and nothing else aside from his monocle. If he cared to stare at his own crotch, perhaps he would notice the charming little line running down the middle of his underwear, and the red circle on one side. He doesn't. There is someone else with him. Before he even sees who it is, he feels his heart racing like it hasn't in years. He mentally berates himself for his shameful lack of self-control.
Slowly, he turns his head and sees his companion.]
... Detective Fulbright.
[He enunciates every syllable slowly as well.]