[ Considering the entire context, he can only assume she means racks of clothing. It's hard being a clueless boy in a strange new world. But he does as told, curiosity spurring him to look through what's on offer while his nose crinkles in not-so subtle disdain.
How is he meant to peacock in most of this shit? Where's the high waisted breeches? The open chested shirts? The intricately embroidered jackets?! ]
Don't leave me for long. [ He begs after her as she moves away. ]
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[ Considering the entire context, he can only assume she means racks of clothing. It's hard being a clueless boy in a strange new world. But he does as told, curiosity spurring him to look through what's on offer while his nose crinkles in not-so subtle disdain.
How is he meant to peacock in most of this shit? Where's the high waisted breeches? The open chested shirts? The intricately embroidered jackets?! ]
Don't leave me for long. [ He begs after her as she moves away. ]