John let out a whiny groan as you pulled him towards the tailor in Saint Denis. He wasn’t always too keen on what his appearance looked like to others but you were determined on a shopping spree for the both of you.
He dragged his feet while he walked, your hand still pulling on his arm but his continuous whining didn't stop escaping his lips. His behavior was soon noticed by the wealthy people around you, scoffs and snobby chuckles could be heard, yet John didn’t care one bit.
“I don’t want to go in.” He huffed as he crossed his arms and slumped down onto a wooden bench near the tailor. The outlaw wouldn't budge, instead he would avoid eye contact with you before slumping down even more — causing more wealthy folk to have their attention on the both of you and John.