ah-ragequitjones:
“Hell yeah, this is gonna be great…well not great but great with the fuckin’ way we go.” He was back to radiating his mischievous chaotic energy. He would be able to stop fucking running and that was all he needed to get back to his normal self.
“You’re gonna have to clean up a bit tho..” He looked him over. “No offence but my family had got the more traditional mob look to them.” He could find some of his old suits to wear but he knew he was a bit too broad to wear his clothes. “You ever wear a suit… or like…less murdering clothes?”
Ryan’s standing up by the time Michael gives him a once-over and he finds himself shrinking from it a bit, glancing down at his dirty jeans and t-shirt and then back up. He frowns. “What’s wrong with how I dress?” He asks. This is exactly how someone who does work like him should dress. It wouldn’t be very frightening in some well pressed suit.
Some memory assaults Ryan’s brain when Michael asks if he’s ever worn anything more formal, visions of slicked back hair and photographers and traveling for runways; he makes a face and sticks his tongue out. “I have. I don’t look very good in a suit; why should I wear one anyway?”
“Nothin’ you look good In it but I kinda wanna ya know raise their hopes before we crush ‘em.” Now that he thought of it he never really saw Ryan out of his garb. Even when he wasn’t all ready to go on a job he still had something on at the meetings. He woke up way too early for Michael to even catch a glance of his morning face. Michael wasn’t exactly sociable to anyone aside from Ray, and that was because they grew up just a few towns from eachother and he was the whole reason he joined the crew.
“Like I said my family is traditional, Suits and everything. It was annoying as a kid but we had an image that we keep.”
