Jack smirked at her attempt to use his words. They didn't fit well on her lips, yet there was something strangely appealing about hearing them spoken.
"Oh do I now?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Well we'll see about that." Once he might have been more eager to change clothes to fit in. To play a game of dress up for an era. But now his clothes had become his uniform; part of his identity. He was a little more reluctant.
He didn't follow her at first. He just stood and watched the lines of the elaborate fabric of her clothes. The way she stood and turned. She had it down to an art form.
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Date: 2009-11-29 08:21 am (UTC)"Oh do I now?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Well we'll see about that." Once he might have been more eager to change clothes to fit in. To play a game of dress up for an era. But now his clothes had become his uniform; part of his identity. He was a little more reluctant.
He didn't follow her at first. He just stood and watched the lines of the elaborate fabric of her clothes. The way she stood and turned. She had it down to an art form.
"Oh I think we shall."
And he took a step, following next to her.