[ Jim's figured out his own suit a while ago, now. Suits and uniforms aren't at all new to him, after all, and while ties are incredibly outdated (pretty sure he's never seen anyone wearing one in his lifetime), he does know how to put them on, having learned it from old tutorials and classical movies most of all.
So his looks pretty impeccable, shirt done up to the last button, tucked neatly into his trousers, vest buttoned up tightly around his slim waist too. The only thing missing is the jacket, but as so far he hasn't gotten any looks for not wearing it while in the family's headquarters, he's forgoing it for the sake of comfort.
He is just fixing up his hair when he hears a knock on the door, though, and he stops to head on over, pulling it over and immediately relaxing into a small smile when he recognizes the man. ]
Tie's got you stumped, huh? Sure, come on in. I'll teach you how to do that.
[ He steps aside, offering Peter plenty of space to come in. ]
manners maketh scoundrel— I mean what
So his looks pretty impeccable, shirt done up to the last button, tucked neatly into his trousers, vest buttoned up tightly around his slim waist too. The only thing missing is the jacket, but as so far he hasn't gotten any looks for not wearing it while in the family's headquarters, he's forgoing it for the sake of comfort.
He is just fixing up his hair when he hears a knock on the door, though, and he stops to head on over, pulling it over and immediately relaxing into a small smile when he recognizes the man. ]
Tie's got you stumped, huh? Sure, come on in. I'll teach you how to do that.
[ He steps aside, offering Peter plenty of space to come in. ]