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Post by Tybalt on Aug 30, 2008 23:45:16 GMT -5
*He twitched a little, then a hand shot out to take hold of Mercutio's wrist.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 30, 2008 23:47:47 GMT -5
Mercutio smiled charmingly at him, his fingers curling around to grasp Tybalt's hand back. "Morning, sweetcheeks. How soft the light from yon window breaks, etc., etc. You look radiant when you're all gross and sweaty."
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 30, 2008 23:51:04 GMT -5
"I'm glad to see that you're awake enough to be a damn nuisance," *he snapped, snatching his hand back.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 30, 2008 23:53:28 GMT -5
Mercutio smiled at him again, and stretched across him to reach for the bowl of pears on the distant table. Even though it was patiently obvious that Mercutio was going to have to get up to fetch one, he still looked heart-breakingly tragic when all his questing fingers found was empty air.
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 30, 2008 23:59:35 GMT -5
*Tybalt returned his smile with a grimace, and shifted a little to allow Mercutio to reach for the bowl.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 31, 2008 0:03:43 GMT -5
Mercutio scrambled across the room to grab one. He threw one at Tybalt, then flopped back down. If Tybalt was in the way, then so be it.
His head hanging upside down off one edge of the bed, Mercutio took a bite of the pear.
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 31, 2008 0:16:32 GMT -5
*Tybalt caught the pear and got out of the way before Mercutio could fall on him. He gave him a condescending look as he bit into his own pear.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 31, 2008 0:20:49 GMT -5
Mercutio was not paying attention. He was eating his own pear, and hoping the impression that something had crawled into his mouth and died would go away.
"Say, Tybalt- "
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 31, 2008 0:25:50 GMT -5
"What?" *he asked sharply.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 31, 2008 0:27:33 GMT -5
Mercutio swung himself up, the pear rolling off the bed and hitting the floor with a thump. He curled into Tybalt, one hand stretching out to touch Tybalt's face.
"...Can I play with your hair?"
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 31, 2008 0:34:50 GMT -5
*He jerked his face away, looking at Mercutio as if he'd suggested that he put on a wedding dress and marry him.*
"... Are you mad?"
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 31, 2008 0:40:48 GMT -5
A flippant wave of the hand, a gesture of utter dismissal. "No, actually, though you'd be amazed the amount of people who think it. Look, it's so utterly unexpected, such pampered tresses, you should really be more considerate and share- "
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 31, 2008 0:46:17 GMT -5
"No."
*He stood, fed up with Mercutio's ridiculousness, and went to go pull on his pants.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 31, 2008 0:51:20 GMT -5
Mercutio lunged, hauling Tybalt back by the waist. The two of them fell back to the bed, Mercutio wrapping his legs around Tybalt's waist in an annoying secure manner.
After a second or two, Mercutio put his chin on Tybalt's shoulder. "Tybalt! How unexpected! Maybe next time you should make with more haste."
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 31, 2008 0:57:31 GMT -5
*With a snarl, he attempted to elbow Mercutio in the chest and get him to relinquish his hold.*
"Let me go, you lunatic."
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