Don't sound so utterly shocked and awed. [ He was stylish once upon a time. Sort of. When the times called for his going into public. And he chose to be. After all, it was much easier to blend in when you were dressed like the rest of London, wasn't it? Walking its streets with a purpose, without wanting to be bothered - you did so fashionably enough to fit in, not so fashionably you were stopped and asked for tips and tricks. He'd mastered it by now. ]
[ Well. He had there. ]
Had a hat like this. Had. [ He plucks at the hats, his eyes snagging with a kind of intensity on the top hat but not quite to touching it. ] Goodness, you've a small fortune in them now. [ He chooses the sombrero instead. Why not? ]
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[ Well. He had there. ]
Had a hat like this. Had. [ He plucks at the hats, his eyes snagging with a kind of intensity on the top hat but not quite to touching it. ] Goodness, you've a small fortune in them now. [ He chooses the sombrero instead. Why not? ]