Tony, on the other hand, was simply glad that he was aware enough to know he didn't have to whore himself out on the street. Not anymore. Now he had a better life, though he still understood the men and women he saw in his now very recent profession. For now, however, he wore his garb he had as a prostitute, and was purchasing noble's robes, which caught a few odd glances. Muttering something about buying them for his master, hoping that was ample explanation for him stepping out of his place in a society that wasn't big on equal opportunity, Tony turned and hurried off.
Bumping into a Roman Guard. Knowing what would have happened if he'd bumped into a lot of the cops he'd encountered while he was a prostitute, particularly when carrying something that looked too expensive for him to have gotten legally, Tony began backing up, opening his mouth to apologize. However, seeing the man's sword, his vocal chords decided to clamp up, and no sound came out.
Vidal was bumped, and the goblet in his hand tipped onto him -- some of the wine splashing onto his chin, the rest of it rolling down over the metal plate adorning his chest. Now -- it wasn't a matter of staining. Clearly -- it will clean off. However, Vidal has never been the sort of man who put up with uncleanliness. In this way he had always been most careful. After all, he led many men. He represented his country. It would not do well to appear sloppy.
All that having been said, his reaction was not the most rational, even with those things born in mind.
"I--I just--" Tony managed to stammer, "Sorry. Didn't see you."
The guy was pissed. Well, maybe he'd calm down with the apology. Maybe he'd be reasonable. Tony considered running, but didn't know if it would give this guy the urge to chase. So he just stood there, staring with a deer in the headlights sort of expression, backing up.
He was a tiny waif of a thing, and something buzzing in the back of Vidal's mind told him he was afraid. However, apologizes though he may have heard, the little shit still had the gall to look him in the eye. His half flew even as he was answering. "That is right, it won't." He swiped at the young man's face with the hand gripping the goblet, then advanced.
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Bumping into a Roman Guard. Knowing what would have happened if he'd bumped into a lot of the cops he'd encountered while he was a prostitute, particularly when carrying something that looked too expensive for him to have gotten legally, Tony began backing up, opening his mouth to apologize. However, seeing the man's sword, his vocal chords decided to clamp up, and no sound came out.
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All that having been said, his reaction was not the most rational, even with those things born in mind.
"What the fuck is your problem?" he demanded.
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The guy was pissed. Well, maybe he'd calm down with the apology. Maybe he'd be reasonable. Tony considered running, but didn't know if it would give this guy the urge to chase. So he just stood there, staring with a deer in the headlights sort of expression, backing up.
"Won't happen again. I promise."
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