"Is that why you wear long coats, otherwise you wield to much power over women?" Jack snorts a quiet laugh and looks down at the pair of jeans, feeling the fabric. It's fairly rough, and he's not sure that he likes it, but he does imagine they would be hard-wearing.
"Fashionable might imply that I have any interest or care about what people in London are wearing. This is-" He wavers a moment tilting his head first to one side and then the other as he tries to decide how much he wants to explain and if he even can explain in a way that Eliot might understand. "I had a thought to be a refined version of an image one might find printed on a broadside. Something romantic and dangerous." He gestures down to himself, without looking up from the clothing on display. "Behold, the villain." He catches Eliot's eye briefly, his lips lifting up into a smile that holds a touch of something tight, like grief. "It was never an effective impression on other pirates." In the beginning, he'd wanted to look the part, but it quickly became something else. A way to be memorable, and to be himself. He'd thought that, once and for all, he'd been done with trying to impress people, but Teach had looked at his fine clothes with such disdain and immediately he'd wanted to explain himself.
He looks away, and huffs out a laugh. "Sometimes it's only about wearing very nice things" He kneels down, trying to change out the pair of black jeans that Eliot had handed him for a pair in a smaller size, but once he's pulled one out he realizes that this pair is different. "...If I'm wearing boots, should I be wearing boot-cut jeans?"
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"Fashionable might imply that I have any interest or care about what people in London are wearing. This is-" He wavers a moment tilting his head first to one side and then the other as he tries to decide how much he wants to explain and if he even can explain in a way that Eliot might understand. "I had a thought to be a refined version of an image one might find printed on a broadside. Something romantic and dangerous." He gestures down to himself, without looking up from the clothing on display. "Behold, the villain." He catches Eliot's eye briefly, his lips lifting up into a smile that holds a touch of something tight, like grief. "It was never an effective impression on other pirates." In the beginning, he'd wanted to look the part, but it quickly became something else. A way to be memorable, and to be himself. He'd thought that, once and for all, he'd been done with trying to impress people, but Teach had looked at his fine clothes with such disdain and immediately he'd wanted to explain himself.
He looks away, and huffs out a laugh. "Sometimes it's only about wearing very nice things" He kneels down, trying to change out the pair of black jeans that Eliot had handed him for a pair in a smaller size, but once he's pulled one out he realizes that this pair is different. "...If I'm wearing boots, should I be wearing boot-cut jeans?"