[incoherent spluttering, cursing and loads of undecipherable swearing muffled only minutely by the music in the background.]
Wh-wha-what the hell?! I absolutely refuse this now, oy! Is this some sort of sick joke now, you bastard owls?! There is no way in hell am I ever going to be stuck in
this...
I DEMAND MY HOST CLUB ATTIRE.
[OOC: STILL ON HIATUS, BUT I HAVE A COMPUTER FOR TODAY... ANYWAY. So yeah, poor Gintoki got dropped into the prom as well, looking like
this (TOTALLY CANON, YO.) and wearing that dress above, just pink instead of blue. |D;;;]