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Characters: Hibiya King Orihara Izaya and you~
Location: The Plaza!
Time: Evening
Style: Action or prose.
Status: Open!
Earlier that morning, much much earlier, he had discovered a golden grown sitting beside his bed. Izaya had marveled over it for all of three seconds before setting it onto his head. It fit like a glove and he went about his apartment acting like a king- before the curse actually kicked in. Why not? It was plenty of fun! However, by the time mid-day had swung around, he found himself acting more and more like a pretentious king without actually meaning to.
...Before he knew it, he had gone out to the plaza to buy a new wardrobe. One that had a golden cape to match the grown and some unique tights complete with boots. You bet he strutted around, marveling over his new appearance. He was a king~! And a king deserved such royal garments, but of course. But there was one problem. Izaya poised a white-gloved hand to his chin and look around the Plaza at the variety of people walking by.
Peasants. In their disgustingly low-life garments, how dare they pass by him without a bow of acknowledgement! Did they honestly think they were worthy of his very presence! The King upturned his nose. Alas, he did not see what he ultimately desired: a steed. Nor a knight!
What type of king went without a steed and a loyal knight by his side? The King looked this way, he looked that way, before his eyes landed on you.
"You there!" his voice bellowed, a finger pointing directly at you, "Allow me to ride you!"
Location: The Plaza!
Time: Evening
Style: Action or prose.
Status: Open!
Earlier that morning, much much earlier, he had discovered a golden grown sitting beside his bed. Izaya had marveled over it for all of three seconds before setting it onto his head. It fit like a glove and he went about his apartment acting like a king- before the curse actually kicked in. Why not? It was plenty of fun! However, by the time mid-day had swung around, he found himself acting more and more like a pretentious king without actually meaning to.
...Before he knew it, he had gone out to the plaza to buy a new wardrobe. One that had a golden cape to match the grown and some unique tights complete with boots. You bet he strutted around, marveling over his new appearance. He was a king~! And a king deserved such royal garments, but of course. But there was one problem. Izaya poised a white-gloved hand to his chin and look around the Plaza at the variety of people walking by.
Peasants. In their disgustingly low-life garments, how dare they pass by him without a bow of acknowledgement! Did they honestly think they were worthy of his very presence! The King upturned his nose. Alas, he did not see what he ultimately desired: a steed. Nor a knight!
What type of king went without a steed and a loyal knight by his side? The King looked this way, he looked that way, before his eyes landed on you.
"You there!" his voice bellowed, a finger pointing directly at you, "Allow me to ride you!"