Wow, this is literally the worst fucking time to come to 143. Why? Because two of the inhabitants of this room that should only be for two inhabitants, have gifted the third, original, inhabitant with a gift. A gift that must be worn. A gift that looks fucking ridiculous on a man not at all used to wearing such a thing so far away from his normal aesthetic.

But, you know, it's a useful item and so he's been trying to find a way to fold it into his normal clothes, it's just awkward because there's so much draping fabric and FUCK GOD HE FUCKING WHO IS THAT!?

The scraping at the door makes him think it's Stede in the immediate, and it's so fucking irritating that he pivots and yanks the door open.

"Bonnet enough- ooh... fuck me."

Not Stede. Darcy.