Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion

Well, he might look ridiculous, but at least he didn't have to worry about accidentally flashing his junk, now, although the restrictive outfit still made him feel strangely vulnerable, as if he was wearing David Bowie's leggings from the classic 20th Century documentary “Labyrinth”. Actually, leggings would have been preferable. Less seamy.

He tried to catch his reflection in a cracked monitor but it was covered in dirt. He gave it a wipe, accidentally attracting Seymour's attention.
“Mr Solvay,” the ambassador scolded “may I remind you that this is an equipment-salvaging operation, not a catwalk. Stop admiring yourself in that screen.”
“I wasn't admiring anyth- OW!”
Jaxx, absent mindedly rifling through a box, had decided to move past, treading on his foot.
“D'you mind?”
“Mind what, dude? Have you seen what's in this most righteous box?”
“Treading on my foot.”
“Oh. Apologies bro, I didn't realise I had.”
He smiled and walked back over to show his find to Evelina, who seemed to be tugging at something.

Alex twisted this way and that, but couldn't really tell if the overly tight grey jumpsuit with pink trim suited him. Phil grinned across the ruined drive room.
"Ha ha! You look camper than An Evening With Alan Carr, at Butlins."

He noticed the new doctor was regarding him with amusement, and suddenly wished he was wearing a knee length overcoat.
“You do look a bit gay.” Jacky informed him, making it worse.
“It is quite... snug. Why don't we just make you some brand new clothes out of dinosaur hide?” Suggested Seymour.
“You leave those bloody dinosaurs alone.”

Stressed, he ran a hand through his sweat-damp hair and looked the new doctor over, wondering if there was any chance she had cigarettes - or, even better, a drink - when his ears pricked at the sound of his name.

“... found it near Alex.”
“Which one's Alex again?”
“The homo dude, babe.”

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