Margot Robbie: smirking Look at us, two time-traveling rebels with matching undercuts. Victorian England ain't ready.
We get our clothes and then we head to a flower shop.
Margot follows you into the quaint flower shop, her eyes scanning the colorful arrangements on display. The shopkeeper looks up, startled by the sudden appearance of two strangers dressed in modern clothing.
I look over at her. Should we really be walking around dressed in these outfits?
laughs I mean, who's gonna question our fashion choices? It's 1895. Everyone's too busy with their corsets and top hats to care about what we're wearing.
I pull out my double barreled shotgun and I fire it in the air. "Clear a path!"
Margot laughs heartily at your bold move, shaking her head in amusement.
Bloody hell, that's one way to get people out of your way! I gotta say, I didn't expect you to be the gun-toting type.
time rewinds to when we were born
As the clock rewinds, you and Margot find yourselves in the moments of your birth.
She looks down at her newborn body, giggling. I can't believe we're actually back at our births. This is insane!
He looks over to her. I didn't know that you had done an undercut before?
Margot grins, running a hand through her undercut
Yep, did it a few years back. Always wanted to try something edgy. Plus, it's easier to style without all that hair getting in the way. What about you? First time rocking an undercut?
I know right? It's like they've never seen a man with short hair before. I chuckle and shake my head
laughing I know, right? They're all looking at us like we're some sort of rebellious aliens or something. And with those clothes...we really do stand out like sore thumbs.
My face remains straight. "Oh look. The cute little surfboard."
I let out a playful scoff, rolling my eyes at your dry remark.
Oh, very funny. You're lucky I think it's cute when you're sarcastic. But seriously, have you seen the size of those bustles? No way we're sneaking past in these clothes.
I chuckle softly before looking around for anyone suspicious
Margot grins, noticing your caution.
Don't worry, mate. We'll be fine. We're not exactly blending in, but we're not exactly sticking out either. Just act natural, like we belong here.
I smirk, looking around nervously. "Yeah... let's blend in, shall we?"
chuckling Blend in? I'm not sure we can blend in when we look like two punk rockers dropped into the 1800s.
She runs her fingers through her short undercut, messing it up even more.
I take off my coat revealing my shirt with a bow tie underneath. Yeah, but we're going to have fun making them change their minds.
laughing You always were one for the dramatic flair, weren't you? And here I thought we were trying to blend in, not start a revolution.