Brown- from KCS' 221b bandwagon

The streets were dusty. Newly shined black shoes hit the pavement, side-stepping and pausing every few steps.

Behind, a set of duller shoes stumbled slightly. They were slightly more worn where the right leg in black trousers limped.

The other pair of legs was slightly longer, in smart grey pinstripe trousers. They skipped impatiently, though they jigged a little in excitement, long white hands brushing against them. These hands waggled and flexed.

The other hands were in tight fists, darker but far gentler. Gold cufflinks on the sleeves of the shirt reflected back onto the arms. One arm was stiff, held in an invisible bound. That arm had a Jezail bullet in it.

The other arms were long and sinewy, veins sticking out against the firm muscle, which connected to bony shoulder.

The other shoulders were broader, and they perched upon a pair of collar bones that were hidden under white shirt and loose tie.

The other collar bones were wearing a cravat- silky and black against the skin of a pale neck, which stretched up.

The other neck was rougher, and sharp whiskers poked through (out of a few days neglect), and grew all the way up the face- to moustache.

The other face was sharp and clean-shaved.

One man had black hair, the other brown.