Inspired by the word "fop".
James looked at the mirror and winced. He couldn’t actually look like that. He wanted to tear off the gaudy, vibrant, fashionable, rich clothing and replace it with his customary slightly-worn un-finery. His comfortable clothes. The clothes that made him look like himself: a bit worn at the elbows, and perhaps faded, but honest. Humble. Real.
He wondered if he could borrow a suit from a friend that would, well, would suit him better.
Something simple, modest. With perhaps a small splash of color, but nothing ridiculous. None of this glittering technicolor finery.
After all, he wasn’t a fop. Right?
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