For young_prosvita
[Molossia's bored.
It's a pity he couldn't attend the visit to the Molossian Navy, but someone has to stay behind and watch over the capitol while His Excellency's away. He just wishes there was something to do. It's too windy today to work in his garden, there's nothing good to eat in the house, he could always call... No. He abandons that thought when he glances at the clock. She's probably asleep over in her timezone.
He sits up on his bed, running a hand through his rarely seen blow-cut. As he moves he catches a glimpse of something in his closet. Curious, he pushes the door open and pulls it out. What is this gold thing-? Oh, it's just his halloween costume. He thought he got rid of it. The First Lady must have put it back in his closet. Stares at it a while, thinking about how much he misses wearing it. It felt good to be able to pretend he was some manly gladiator. Slaying lions, being brave, saving innocent maidens. (That's what gladiators do, right?)
Looks around and shrugs. What the hell, right? It's not like anyone's around... Slips out of his clothes and pulls it on.
Observes himself in the mirror. Cheap costume or not, he likes the way it looks on him. He starts flexing, then moves on to more exaggerated poses. At least no one can see him...]