ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ (E. 00, 99) ｜Let’s face it, his sartorial choices were eccentric, 𖥏 euphemistically put. 🤟         𖤮 …CHAPS • It was not the         sort of getup you would see         in a fashionable magazine,         nor was it meant to snug up         to ╭ ─ the 'authorities'. ATTIRE “...” 💀 His clothes had been chosen with a willful wilting of the rules 𖠎. of 'proper'or 'presentable' in a cold opposition to the acts of appropriate civvies. (There was something) in the way he looked that held the eye how ever, and perhaps always, would. The jeans were worn and bleached worn by countless rides and reminiscences. Over his broad shoulders hung a jacket, the stories so countless that its surface bore them.