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Post by Tybalt on Nov 16, 2008 23:47:02 GMT -5
*Tybalt had long since been forced out of his previous accommodations by his aunt- (she couldn't bare to see him living in such an awfully boring an cheap place. A Capulet should not have to live among the squalor of the common folk. Though to be fair, he would have soon just as likely been forced out by the owners for all but destroying it in a fit of mindless rage) and had set up here, in a room next door to her own suite.
It wasn't particularly late as he returned to his room one evening, to find the door suspiciously unlocked. Supposing that Lady Capulet had wanted something and had unlocked it, he was unprepared for the sight that greeted him.
Mercutio. On the bed. Naked.
He gaped for a moment before regaining enough of his senses to step into the room and slam the door so no one else would happen to see.*
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Post by Mercutio on Nov 16, 2008 23:57:29 GMT -5
On the bed, Mercutio gave him a jaunty little wave, all long ungainly limbs and knowing smirk. There was a draft and he had a bow in an uncomfortable place, but it was all worth it for the look on Tybalt's face.
"Happy birthday, Tybalt!" he said cheerfully. "I hope you appreciate this. I had a devil of a time getting past the hotel staff." Flat on his stomach, he leaned his head on one hand, swinging his legs behind him. There was a long pause, then- "Oh, but do stop gaping, dearest. It's unbecoming."
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 17, 2008 0:05:55 GMT -5
"How the Hell did you find my room? How did you get into my room? It was locked, Mercutio!"
*He gaped in a mixture of disbelief and rage and wonder at how someone could be so completely mad that this was his idea of a present.*
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Post by Mercutio on Nov 17, 2008 0:11:03 GMT -5
Mercutio waved a languid hand. "Locks, you know, the fickle things; they'll open for just anybody."
He lowered his hand, tilting his head slightly to the side with the most curiously intent expression upon his face. He rose, one smooth movement, and danced over to Tybalt. He stopped in front of the Capulet, his arms crossed behind his head, grinning. "What did I tell you about gaping?"
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 17, 2008 0:15:12 GMT -5
*He groaned and looked away.*
"You're mad-"
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Post by Mercutio on Nov 17, 2008 0:16:32 GMT -5
"I'm not mad. I'm differently sane."
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 17, 2008 0:19:31 GMT -5
"How the hell did you find out it was my birthday?"
*It was, of course. He'd nearly forgotten; it wasn't, in his opinion, something to be celebrated.*
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Post by Mercutio on Nov 17, 2008 0:20:39 GMT -5
Another bright smile, dazzling in its brilliance. "Why, you told me when you were drunk, of course! Don't you remember, Tybalt? We talked of so very many things- I never would have guessed about the ballet training, that is just shocking- "
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 17, 2008 0:23:27 GMT -5
*For a moment, he'd been worried that he had said something revealing while drunk, but when Mercutio mentioned the ballet lessons, he realized that he'd been lying though his teeth, as usual. Tybalt gave him a withering glare.*
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Post by Mercutio on Nov 17, 2008 0:37:14 GMT -5
Mercutio grinned back, unfazed.
Then, "It took me all of two minutes to come up with this and you're not even grateful. So I'm leaving."
Mercutio strode past Tybalt and to the door, which he threw open dramatically. A pause, and he stuck his head out, turning it both ways with considerably more caution than he'd displayed seconds before. "Ta, Tybalt."
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 17, 2008 0:44:02 GMT -5
*He grabbed his arm and pulled him back into the room.*
"What if someone were to see you, you idiot?" *he practically shouted, slamming the door. With Mercutio safely out of sight of the public eye, he shook his head, almost smiling as he wondered how it was possible for one man to be so utterly mad.*
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Post by Mercutio on Nov 17, 2008 0:49:32 GMT -5
Mercutio blinked at him, trying hard to look innocent and surprised by Tybalt's ire and completely failing.
"Tybalt, don't be selfish. I like to share with the world. Love, peace, my glorious naked self...etcetera."
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 17, 2008 0:52:11 GMT -5
"And what if I'm feeling particularly selfish this evening?"
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Post by Mercutio on Nov 17, 2008 0:56:09 GMT -5
"Well, it is your birthday."
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 17, 2008 1:03:05 GMT -5
*Mercutio was a damned fool, but Tybalt reasoned that maybe some foolish gifts can turn out to be a blessing. There was a reason, after all, that he kept coming back to this.*
"Take off that ridiculous ribbon."
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