Mar 07, 2010 21:18
Hattori Heiji, age nineteen, was not particularly happy right now. He was also a bit confused. Not only was he not where he'd been a few moments ago, this place was way too clean.
Just like the others from his world he was dressed in thick protective clothing covering every piece of bare skin within reason and was also loaded down with weapons, several guns and a katana strapped to his side in this case.
He's a bit twitchy too, scanning his surroundings wearily and keeping his ears open for any noise. It might be a good idea to approach cautiously.
[prose],
hattori heiji,
*au