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Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, or Caligula, was studying. He was always studying, whether it was studying for a subject in school or studying people. His insomnia had been particularly bad recently, and last night he was not able to sleep at all. He hadn't even changed out of his uniform from yesterday. Now he was crouched like a vulture over his Latin 5 book and his copy of Suetonius. But he was not studying for a class. He was studying to prove his dream. His dream that Caligula, his original, was not insane.

Frustrated, he sat back and huffed. Everything Suetonius said pointed to some sort of mental disorder. And in the original Latin, it all seemed to match. So it was not made up from translation errors into the English or anything. There just wasn't anything that pointed to propaganda. Gaius pounded on Suetonius' Twelve Caesars with his fist. "Fat lot you know, propagandist. One of these days, I'm gonna prove you wrong." He had worked all through the night, and his search had yielded nothing. He had also done this several days in a row, so he was tired, irritable, and disappointed. Not to mention hungry. He hadn't eaten all of the day before because whenever he had free time he had been studying for his Psychology test, which was first hour today. He had chosen Psychology as one of his electives so that he could have a good knowledge of mental aberrations and disorders when he read about Caligula. Gaius' eyes wandered around the room half in a daze, until they came to rest on his clock. It was still two hours before school started. Sighing, he got up and got ready for school.

When he had showered and changed, Gaius didn't bother drying his hair or combing it. He was too tired to care, so he just grabbed his bag and headed out. On his way to the main school building, he always passed by Sweeney's salon. Usually he avoioded it because Sweeney was constantly bugging him about his shaggy hair, but today Gaius was going to be very early to school, and he heard music coming from the shop. So he walked over to find Sweeney walking out.

"Hey, Sweeney." he said groggily. "Sleep here again?"