Outfit Crime

A pair of friends stood staring upon a mirror’s glare.
Then Sebastian smiled and said, “That outfit’s snatched today.”
Jimmy froze as if thieves lingered about in the air.
“Snatched?” he gasped, spinning round. “Is a thief out there?”
Sebastian sighed, “It means you look good. That’s all I’ll say.”
But Jimmy rushed, locking the door and barring windows tight,
Then he checked the hall, the sink, the shadows on the floor.
Sebastian watched the ritual, worn thin, but polite.
“It’s a compliment,” he said, voice level, calm, and light.
Jimmy whispered, “See? That’s how they get you to relax before.”
Jimmy grabbed duct tape and a broom like a makeshift spear,
Then he prowled about the room in vigilant defense.
Sebastian sat and rubbed his brow with a breath both long and clear.
“Praising someone’s outfit isn’t criminal,” he said sincere.
Jimmy nodded, gripping harder, certain of his evidence.
“Are you sure these locks are needless, and my fear is misplaced?”
Sebastian grinned. “Yes. Once again, slang led you astray.”
They laughed once calm returned, Jimmy’s panic erased.
For fashion praise had struck him, facts quietly displaced,
Yet Jimmy kept the broom. “But just in case, I’ll lead the way.”

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Outfit Crime
A Sebastian & Jimmy misadventure where fashion praise becomes a matter of personal security.

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Scene One
It starts, as it often does, with a single word said too casually.
Scene Two
Compliments are rarely followed by door bolts. Jimmy disagrees.
Scene Three
When evidence is questionable, commitment is not.
Scene Four
The danger has passed. The broom has not.