The girls were up extra early. They'd showered, and they were in their robes, fussing over their hair and not happy with how it was looking no matter what they did. They were really unhappy with their makeup too.
Angus was up, and he had dressed, all but his suit jacket, but he wasn't happy with his hair either. It was doing strange things this morning, of all days. Marcus was up and dressed, and he heard Angus getting frustrated. He knocked and then let himself into the bedroom.
"What's the problem?" Marcus asked, "besides the fact that, first, your tie is buggared. And second, your hair has looked better."
"My tie is buggared, and I need to shave my head," Angus sighed. "And my shirt and my jacket don't fit."
"You need a haircut, not a head shave," Marcus said. "Allow me." He flicked his fingers at Angus' hair, making it look freshly cut and handsomely styled. Then he re-tied Angus's tie. "Now, let me see...well, you've build up the muscles in your arms and in your shoulders. Now your shirt and your jacket are too small. Let me fix it." He adjusted the fit of his suit for him until it was perfect. "Much better. Wait. Where are your cuff links?"
"On my sleeves."
"No, they're not," Marcus said. "Oh wait. Here they are, on the floor." he picked them up. "Angus, if you want them to stay in your sleeve, you have to turn the toggle." He laughed. "Distracted, are we?"
"Maybe a little," Angus said, as Marcus helped him with his french cuffs on his shirt and the cufflinks.
"There. Now, except your jacket, you're ready," Marcus said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go rescue the girls." He left, and Angus went downstairs.
"God, I need coffee," Angus sighed as he walked to the kitchen. "So, Ru, will I do?"