|
Box Two
May 6, 2009 15:46:25 GMT -5
Post by Mercutio on May 6, 2009 15:46:25 GMT -5
"Oh, horribly," Mercutio said instantly, not in a way that seemed as though he'd been hanging onto Valmont's every reply and eager to make his own, but rather as though he'd said the very first thing to come into his head and would now have to follow it as he went, which he rather preferred. Mercutio lived on spontaneity. "I disapprove completely of your horrendous reputation(which I would never in any way, shape, or form try to replicate, as it is so horrendous) and your sly manner, and I am befuddled by your completely inane wig. The crossing of your legs is a slap in the face of bad posture; your powder wounds. I have never been spoken to so politely in my life and I don't think I'll ever recover."
|
|
|
Box Two
May 6, 2009 15:56:51 GMT -5
Post by Valmont on May 6, 2009 15:56:51 GMT -5
"But you will, no doubt," Valmont said dryly, liking Mercutio more and more all the time. In the sense that he was entertaining. "I'm absolutely certain that a man of your fine qualities can have no difficulty being spoken to rudely by any number of vigorous volunteers. If you're very careful, and we're both quite lucky, I may even be one of them, some day."
|
|
|
Box Two
May 6, 2009 16:02:27 GMT -5
Post by Mercutio on May 6, 2009 16:02:27 GMT -5
Oh, Mercutio knew immediately what Valmont meant, although that had not been at all what he was referring to, or even thinking of. (Had he been thinking much at all? No.)
"Oh, the honor. But you see, sir, even that would not likely assuage my disapproval. First you would have to be rid of said inane wig, and said offensive way of crossing your legs; perhaps we could find something better for you to do with them."
|
|
|
Box Two
May 6, 2009 16:15:37 GMT -5
Post by Valmont on May 6, 2009 16:15:37 GMT -5
The innuendo had, of course, been intentional but only in the vague, teasing way Valmont loaded many of his phrases. The same way Mercutio had invited the same speculation earlier. The question, of course, was whether his conversational partner sparked to the other meanings. So he'd have been perfectly happy to continue talking about Mercutio being literally spoken rudely to, which was as much a possibility as anything else.
"What a pity," he mused. "To listen to you, one would think you thought very little of me, indeed. Far too little to suggest anything useful about my legs."
|
|
|
Box Two
May 6, 2009 16:45:09 GMT -5
Post by Mercutio on May 6, 2009 16:45:09 GMT -5
"Fortunately my opinion has been known to change."
|
|
|
Box Two
May 6, 2009 16:54:36 GMT -5
Post by Valmont on May 6, 2009 16:54:36 GMT -5
"Do you think it might?" Valmont asked idly, sitting up a very little. "Does this generally occur based on your experience in each particular case, or is it yet another charming aspect of your character?"
|
|
|
Box Two
May 6, 2009 16:58:44 GMT -5
Post by Mercutio on May 6, 2009 16:58:44 GMT -5
Mercutio spread his hands innocently (the somewhat-silver tray on the floor now, and long forgotten). "You'll just have to find out, won't you?"
|
|
|
Box Two
May 6, 2009 17:07:20 GMT -5
Post by Valmont on May 6, 2009 17:07:20 GMT -5
If that was Mercutio's overt bid at being intriguing, Valmont was not adverse to it, for he made up in audaciousness what he lacked in subtlety. "I just may," Valmont said, as if consciously deciding that Mercutio was worth finding out, if only to stave of boredom.
|
|
|
Box Two
May 8, 2009 18:03:36 GMT -5
Post by Mercutio on May 8, 2009 18:03:36 GMT -5
The corner of Mercutio's mouth twitched up into a smirk, and he gave a slow, deliberate bow, the outward flourish of his hand and the inclination of his head speaking together as though to say, I'm honored.
|
|