Icarus the Hair God

I mentioned that I was sitting across from Icarus at work for a meeting and noticed he had dark hair peering up from his chest in his slightly opened top button.

Austin: Of course. He's got a full beard and he's like, what, twenty-five?

Me: Yeah, but he's blond.

Austin: Doesn't matter. You can tell he's a hairy guy.

Me, rolling eyes.

Austin: He has a hairy back.

Me: Austin, I'm over him. You can stop. I was just mentioning.

Austin: That's the kind of hair that comes through your clothes. If you hugged him, you'd feel it on his back.

Me: Ooo, Austin. Gross. Stop it.

Austin: I'll bet his shirt is puffy from so much hair padding his body.