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Post by Mercutio on Aug 30, 2008 1:26:05 GMT -5
Mercutio helped him shove the shirt off, his hands braced against Tybalt's shoulders. Hitting the bed, however roughly, only made him pause a second before his hands were dancing down Tybalt's back, sliding along the hollow at the base of his spine. He made a little noise against Tybalt's mouth, unconcerned, tonight, about fighting for the top. The fact that the Capulet, being perfectly sober, would probably beat him played the largest part in making his decision. *FADE OUT*
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 30, 2008 21:31:37 GMT -5
**FADE IN**
*Tybalt awoke the next morning, the sunlight that filtered through the blinds bright on his closed eyes. He moved a his arm to block out the light, and shifted further into wakefulness.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 30, 2008 21:41:05 GMT -5
Mercutio did no such thing. He sprawled out, his head turned away from the light, his mouth open in his sleep and his breathing even. It was not a bed made for two, but Mercutio slept as if he were the only one in it. Sometime in the night, most of Tybalt's body had been commandeered as available mattress space for arms, legs, and various appendages.
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 30, 2008 21:45:22 GMT -5
*With an irritated sigh, Tybalt attempted to extract himself from the tangle of Mercutio's limbs and leave before Mercutio had a chance to awaken.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 30, 2008 21:56:25 GMT -5
Mercutio was very heavy in his sleep, limp and not at all helpful to Tybalt's attempts to leave. His brow wrinkled briefly, in his sleep, and then smoothed out. Other than that, he didn't even twitch.
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 30, 2008 22:13:34 GMT -5
*He shoved Mercutio out of the way, perhaps a little too roughly, and sat up, rubbing his eyes.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 30, 2008 22:32:28 GMT -5
Mercutio jerked into reluctant consciousness, making a surprise, indignant little noise most roughly translated as "!?!?" His head lolled in Tybalt's direction, and he squinted against the light, raising an arm to block his tender eyes almost exactly like Tybalt had done a few seconds earlier.
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 30, 2008 22:40:01 GMT -5
*He stood, pushing his hair out of his face, shooting Mercutio a withering look for simply existing.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 30, 2008 22:44:19 GMT -5
Mercutio stared up at Tybalt from under his arm, then slanted a look towards the window. His bleary eyes tracked the angle of the light against the floor and deemed it "too early."
Too newly-woken up to feel much like moving, he crooked a finger at Tybalt, then pointed the figner back at the bed.
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 30, 2008 22:53:09 GMT -5
*He gave Mercutio a bitch, please skeptical, arrogant sort of look and didn't move.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 30, 2008 23:02:15 GMT -5
"Gnuh," Mercutio said, the first time his vocal chords had decided to grace him with anything resembling words. His head fell back on the pillow, his hand dragging itself over his face. "For the love of his Holiness, Tybalt. It is too early and it is too bright and and you should get your arse back in bed, Tybalt."
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 30, 2008 23:11:28 GMT -5
*He sighed and rolled his eyes as he sat back on the bed.
Well, it was early, and the bed was comfortable, if crowded.*
"Fine," *he groaned, laying back down.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 30, 2008 23:15:20 GMT -5
Mercutio smirked, but it was a little vague and a little crooked, this early and unpracticed in the morning. "Besides," he said, trailing into mumbles as he pressed his face between Tybalt's shoulder and the mattress- the blessedly dark, warm place. "You'd give someone the shock of their lives if you'd strode out then. What with you being naked, and all. Shameless. Sh'melss."
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 30, 2008 23:22:51 GMT -5
*He sighed impatiently and was about to explain that he'd had every intention of getting dressed again, you imbecilic dolt, but Mercutio was obviously too groggy to listen or care.
He glared at the ceiling for a moment before settling back into the pillow and closing his eyes again.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 30, 2008 23:32:01 GMT -5
The sun was considerably higher on the floor when Mercutio awoke again. He yawned, a tongue-curling event, then slumped down into the mattress again.
After a few minutes of consideration, he stuck a finger in Tybalt's side.
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