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Post by Mercutio on Aug 31, 2008 1:02:13 GMT -5
Mercutio didn't budge- or rather, he did, his chest pushed back as he gave a little grunt, but his legs didn't loose their hold in the slightest.
He laughed a little, crooning in Tybalt's ear. "Sticks and stones, dear prince, sticks and stones." Undaunted, the fingers of one hand combed through Tybalt's hair, fingertips running against his scalp.
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 31, 2008 1:09:12 GMT -5
*He snarled and whipped his head away, snapping his teeth as if he were going to bite him.*
"Damn it, Mercutio-" *he growled, struggling against his grip.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 31, 2008 1:16:43 GMT -5
"I'd plaint daisies in your hair if I could, yes, and cowslips, how dashing. And then you'd walk about with your fine elegant updo and all the courtiers would mistake you for your father, oops, I mean, your uncle, the Capulet Lord. How embarassing would that be, I wonder, to be upstaged by a man twice his junior merely because of a superior hair style? But no matter, at any rate, you'd be the little lord, and besides the suspicions about your bewildered sexuality no one could context your right to an unstable and creaking family throne. Shame I've no fresh flowers; that'd be fabulous. Pears wouldn't work either, would they. Sigh."
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 31, 2008 1:34:51 GMT -5
*He elbowed him again in the chest, hard enough to knock the wind out of him and stun him. He wriggled out of his grip and pinned him to the bed, quiet fury in his face.*
"Do not speak of things that you know nothing about," *he growled, his voice dangerously low.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 31, 2008 1:37:59 GMT -5
Mercutio grinned up at him, surprisingly unconcerned for someone who'd apparently just had the tables turned on him. He patted Tybalt's cheek comfortingly. "Sorry, dearest, although I don't know why you'd take offense; I was only discussing the glorious potential of your hair."
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 31, 2008 1:49:13 GMT -5
*He grabbed his wrist and twisted it viciously.*
"I suggest that you hold your tongue-" *he snarled.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 31, 2008 1:52:57 GMT -5
Mercutios hissed in pain, his body twisting to take the pressure off of his wrist. "And is there something you'd rather me do with it?" he snarled, the pain snapping him out of any good-will he might have been feeling before. "Or do you just like to repeat yourself out of some vague hope that the impossible will occur?"
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 31, 2008 2:09:38 GMT -5
"Will you just shut UP?" *he roared.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 31, 2008 11:29:47 GMT -5
"You keep saying that, Tybalt, but I don't know how! How can you stand to be so silent, so unconcerned, so separate from everything that is happening! It's boring!"
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kitteh
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Post by kitteh on Aug 31, 2008 15:24:23 GMT -5
Scuffling from the direction of the window caught their attention, Tybalt and Mercutio's heads turning as if pulled by a string. A little black kitten was balancing on the windowsill, no more than a little ball of fluff with wide blue eyes and a ridiculously pink mouth that opened in a tiny squeak when it saw it had their attention.
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 31, 2008 16:03:09 GMT -5
*He released his hold on Mercutio, distracted and puzzled by the creature's appearance. That was a third story window, wasn't it? And what was it doing here, when he was about to break the other man's nose?*
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kitteh
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Post by kitteh on Aug 31, 2008 16:06:00 GMT -5
The kitteh bounced down from the windowsill, scrambling across the hap-hazardly thrown clothes on the floor and leaping onto the bed. Its nose sniffed Tybalt's leg, flared, then the kitteh bumped its head against Mercutio's hip, purring.
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 31, 2008 16:11:47 GMT -5
"Get off me, you brute- " Mercutio shrugged out from under Tybalt, sitting up. He scooped up the kitteh, holding it by the scruff of its neck at eye-level. "What the hell, cat?" He sounded just as bewildered as Tybalt felt, glancing towards the window, eyebrows raised. "Tybalt, you...you seem to be attracting small impressionable felines. Is there something- " His eye twitched. The kitteh was purring, rubbing its face against the cheek of a Mercutio gone unexpectedly quiet and unresisting.
The...that purr...Mercutio thrust the cat out away from him, face pale. "You take it!" He dropped the kitteh in Tybalt's lap with a grimace, trying to push away the impression that everyone's problems would be solved if he'd only curl up in Tybalt's lap and let him pet him.
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 31, 2008 16:19:49 GMT -5
"What the hell's the matter with you?" *he snapped, picking the cat up and holding it at arms length. The creature mewed indignantly and started trying to chew on his fingers.
It was very strange- he felt a very clear desire to scratch it behind the ears and cuddle it. That certainly wouldn't do, so he dropped it onto the bed hastily.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 31, 2008 16:25:21 GMT -5
The kitteh bounced between the two of them, rolling over on the bed and attacking their knees. It looked quite fierce as it chewed on Mercutio's toes, its face scrunched up in mock anger.
That being said, the owner of said toes was still looking a little pale and wary, back flat against the headboard as he stared at the cat. Once, he looked up at Tybalt, narrow-eyed with speculation, before he dropped his gaze and poked the kitteh in the stomach with a finger. The kitteh turned its attack on his finger enthusiastically, and Mercutio groaned.
(( Ummm. I think I combined the kitteh and the Mercutio post here. Do excuse me for my lack of social graces. ))
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