Emcee laces up his boots halfway (the way he wears them might be considered pretty punk rock for his time) and slips on his leather coat-- then remembers the mesh gloves. Taking them out of his pocket, he pulls them on, and slips a hand into the crook of Jay's arm. He reaches up and tugs a few white strands of hair over Jay's forehead just so, and smiles.
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Date: 2016-06-01 10:54 pm (UTC)"Ready."