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Post by Mercutio on Aug 31, 2008 20:49:01 GMT -5
Mercutio gave it back meekly enough, but his eyes were flashing his dark amusement. "Go get 'em, tiger," he murmured.
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 31, 2008 22:03:39 GMT -5
*He glared at him, though he silently pocketed the flower.*
"Thank you," *he snapped, not at all grateful.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 31, 2008 22:22:32 GMT -5
Mercutio tilted his head at him. He hadn't said anything yet, but he really didn't even need to. It was in his look, in his smile.
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Post by Tybalt on Sept 2, 2008 19:24:25 GMT -5
"Take that damned smirk off your face before I do it for you," *he growled.*
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Post by Mercutio on Sept 2, 2008 19:50:41 GMT -5
"I merely find it ironic, Tybalt. That you, of all the mad in love, you who've defended the lovely Juliet from all comers for years- it's true. Love is dead. Men are fickle. You've supped on madness and changed course, to prowl after a dancer all bound up in silk. Does her dainty tip-toeing entice you as once Juliet's dewy eyes did?" He laughed a little, drawing back, and for once the laugh didn't sound directed at Tybalt but like one of geniune amusement.
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 27, 2009 18:04:12 GMT -5
*NEW MORNING* The sun had painted stripes high on the wall by the time Mercutio woke. A lazy thing, his waking, and usually quite pleasant; this morning, however, he had a hell of a hangover. He moaned a little and burrowed his face into the nearest, darkest place, which in this case happened to be the crack between László's back and the mattress. And then, as he stilled, oh, look, there is a person in my bed.
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Post by László on Mar 27, 2009 18:09:48 GMT -5
László had a rather nasty hangover as well. He didn't normally drink much, and usually when he DID go a bit overboard it was with wine, not the tougher stuff.
Something was different, this time. Usually when he woke up in the afternoon he was a bit cold, having slept more often than not on concrete (or bench, perhaps the grass near the river). Today was different...a bed...and a nice one...and it was warm, because there was somebody there with him.
"Whuh...?"
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 27, 2009 18:25:37 GMT -5
Mercutio stayed very quiet. He was close enough to feel the rumble of László's mumbled query, but thankfully it was low. Of course it was low. László would be hung-over too. Let's see... last night, he'd met this fellow at a bar, and he'd very graciously paid for Mercutio's drinks, which led to inebriation and vegetable carts and- ow, thinking hurt- this.
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Post by László on Mar 27, 2009 18:36:01 GMT -5
He turned over, jostling Mercutio just a bit though not meaning to. He blinked at the other man in confusion for a moment.
"Uh...hi?"
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 27, 2009 18:41:50 GMT -5
Jostled and exposed to the light, Mercutio winced, then raised a hand to shade his eyes. "Hallo." His voice was very low, a little rusty from sleep, and, above all, quiet. He hoped László would take the hint.
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Post by László on Mar 27, 2009 18:45:36 GMT -5
It wasn't until that moment that it finally filtered through his hang-overed mind that he was lying in bed with another man, wearing basically nothing...and only partially remembering what happened, though it wouldn't take a genius to guess.
"Ah. Did what I think happen, happened?" He said, voice very low.
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 27, 2009 18:53:42 GMT -5
Regardless of his throbbing head, Mercutio couldn't help it. He began to laugh. Duh. "Oh nooo, no no no no no. Not at all! We are only naked because we got very hot! Only intertwined because my bed is so very small! And the sheets are only sticky because, you know, I'm such an untidy person...."
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Post by László on Mar 27, 2009 18:56:37 GMT -5
In spite of his headache, he laughed at Mercutio's response.
"I get your point."
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 27, 2009 19:05:01 GMT -5
Mercutio carefully draped his forearm over his eyes, smiling. "I'd offer you something to eat, but I somehow doubt you're ravenous. And also the fruit bowl is all the way over there on that table, and I am not getting up."
Look at that, when the lethargy went, so did some of the headache. Excellent. So now Mercutio could remember that they had come back here after their time on the riverbank, which was equally enjoyable, or would be if Mercutio would remember anything other than the fuzzy basics. Ah, well, László was being a jolly chap about it all, maybe Mercutio would get to try again sometime sober.
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Post by László on Mar 27, 2009 19:11:02 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'll just...sit here a moment."
The last bit of what he said got a little muffled, as he'd turned his face into the nearest pillow in an attempt to shield his eyes from the cheery sunlight filling the room.
He was remembering a bit more, too...they'd somehow made their stumbling way back here after the riverbank, and then...oh. A reprise of the riverbank.
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