35th bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [video/in person]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Well someone is looking rather angry on this fine morning (though that's probably not surprising to ANYONE at this point) clad in a toga he managed to get on, albeit rather sloppily.]

Alright, who's the fucktard who though it would be real funny shit to take the Italian's clothes and get him to wear a toga? I swear when I find you I'm going to-

[Then he opens the door to his room and abruptly went silent as he looks up and down the hall. Oh god, they couldn't ACTUALLY be in...

Hayato then seems to completely stop caring about the feed on the blackberry as he rushes outside and what he sees makes his jaw drop. It takes him a moment to realize he's still recording, and he brings his attention back to the blackberry.]

... uh hey... I know I've told a few of you that I'd show you around Italy sometime. Well, welcome to Italy... about 2000 years before I was born...

003: Luckily for him, the Commodore had studied up on his Ancient Rome; [Action]

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[ It wasn't often one saw Commodore Norrington without his trademark powdery white wig, immaculate curls decorating the sides, perfectly-tied dark bow in the back; and it definitely wasn't often one saw any kind of chest hair from the staunch, proper British man of the eighteenth century, but here he was, wig-less and in a poorly-tied toga (a.k.a., he kept tripping over it, because he didn't remember how exactly to wear a toga from his studies when he was studying Latin in his youth) for all to see.

Or, he felt like all were staring at him as he tried casually sauntering down the main street on his way back to the inn, where he'd awoken in a fright. His hair was tied back because he didn't know how else to wear it, and was getting a couple of looks from quite a few of the fine citizens of Rome. ]

Go ahead, it's not like I know what's going on, either. [ He mumbled, sighing heavily. Perhaps he should go to a bath before heading home - to his new home. It would be one day to try and relax...at least he hoped. Since he'd gotten here, to this new place where this Author manipulated him and many others, everything was so weird. He'd agreed to a truce with Sparrow, met a redhead who smoked like it was going out of style - not that Norrington knew what 'in style' even meant - and cursed worse with a coarser mouth than any pirate he'd ever met.

Perhaps a bath was a better idea. He switched directions and began heading for the bathhouse, avoiding the stares of the others and keeping his eyes glued forward. ]

This is utterly ridiculous. I've been made such a fool...a Commodore of the Royal Navy! Reduced to this!