Cao Pi looks down with some faint chagrin. "I assumed so. I held them up..."
This man literally has no idea that jeans come in sizes based on measurements or even what his are. So maybe Rosinante's ideas about him and his special wardrobe are closer to right than not. Ahem. God, he hates being shown up, though, and simply makes a face. Anyone else and he'd sniff it off, dismissive and superior, but he and Rosi have chatted enough to allow him a brief flash of humility - a genuine look of "what do?"
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Cao Pi looks down with some faint chagrin. "I assumed so. I held them up..."
This man literally has no idea that jeans come in sizes based on measurements or even what his are. So maybe Rosinante's ideas about him and his special wardrobe are closer to right than not. Ahem. God, he hates being shown up, though, and simply makes a face. Anyone else and he'd sniff it off, dismissive and superior, but he and Rosi have chatted enough to allow him a brief flash of humility - a genuine look of "what do?"