Professor Duke was an esteemed prodigy, becoming a professor at the age of 20 as he lifted his British black top hat and lace with ease towards the fine gentlemen who drove him to these parts, tipping off a large sum as he got out of the cab, raising his map as he commented.
“Must be the wrong location O Chap!”
He spoke in an intense, posh, British accent. His Sherlock homes get-up from bottom down with a light brown trench coat covering up his pale white skin and internal attire which consisted a plain white button down and black slacks. His feet took on black dress shoes as he was on here assigned for a speech to a prestigious university-little did he know that he was led into position for his very own “upgrade”.
A pretty dapper chap, with his brown wavy hair brushing over his trimmed short brows. His eyes were brunette, with cute freckles at the side of his smooth skin. He always loved Americans despite some of them being blokes, the straight homophobe ones of course!
Anyways, he walked briskly down the street, as he could hear intense music pumping down. His 6ft height alongside his lanky frame only caused him trouble as it alerted the homophobe just around the corner-
THUMP-SCREECHHHHHHHH!
Upon seeing the british fag, the rapper dropped the mic, the curse aggravating him. Not only was a gay on his turf, but a rich-wealthy preppy one at that. Acting all smart in his hood, probably a fucking scholar as he got up the the shorter teen and-
“YOU COMIN AROUND MY TURF AGAIN FAGGOT-AND YOU DED!”
Jayden yelled, punching his two fists together, revealing his two brass knuckles as though he’s ready to punch the living gay-lights out of the scholar. Grabbing him by the chest, top hat falling off to the side as he SHOVED HIM to the ground further on the sidewalk, away from him.
Duke ran as fast as he could, not even bothering to get back his top hat. Little did he know, the hat had already shifted to an appropriate item to the new-him that is going to surface.