Iestyn dragged some product through his hair, and decided against a hat, because it would squash his style. "Late for somethin'," he muttered, pulling a face at himself in the mirror. He didn't put a lot of work into the make up, just enough to be going on with, and then he went out and tucked the box under his arm.
"Come on then. Where are your shoes, anyhow? Weren't you getting them?" he asked, and headed towards the door.