[There's no doubt about Bradbury being military, ex or present, it tends to take a certain type of someone to join. He can see it in Bradbury. Perhaps it's the unquestioning loyalty or the straight forward manner, but there's something distinctly ex-forces about him.
But that's the past, a past of wearing uniforms and not having to worry about fashion? Now Bradbury's in the public eye and he better look his best, or else.]
Over here. [He gestures softly towards the open end of the shop, the tailor sweeping behind Bradbury to oh so carefully arrange him into place, prompting him occasionally with simple words like "Back straight". Once the measure comes out from around his neck, the old gent starts up, very slowly going through the motions of shifting Rick around while he gets the measurements needed. Starting at the top, Bradbury will be pleased to know.
Bond, in the mean time, is quite happy to slip into a chair and observe with an encouraging (and vaguely amused) smile.]
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But that's the past, a past of wearing uniforms and not having to worry about fashion? Now Bradbury's in the public eye and he better look his best, or else.]
Over here. [He gestures softly towards the open end of the shop, the tailor sweeping behind Bradbury to oh so carefully arrange him into place, prompting him occasionally with simple words like "Back straight". Once the measure comes out from around his neck, the old gent starts up, very slowly going through the motions of shifting Rick around while he gets the measurements needed. Starting at the top, Bradbury will be pleased to know.
Bond, in the mean time, is quite happy to slip into a chair and observe with an encouraging (and vaguely amused) smile.]