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Post by Mercutio on Sept 21, 2009 21:59:20 GMT -5
"Verona, actually, where we take pride in our finesse and loving attention. Won a competition for it, I did. But such skill doesn't come without practice, of course." They were starting to lose some of their audience, which in Mercutio's eyes was both totally tragic and completely not allowed. "You, man! Come here and help me demonstrate! Ah, look at that, he shies away- mademoiselle, how about you?"
(( Hey, so... Ghislain should join in. >_> ))
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Post by Rosalind on Sept 25, 2009 11:14:34 GMT -5
((For serious?))
Ganymede would have liked the tide of people to die down eventually, actually, because conversation with Mercutio did not have to be public to be enjoyable, and although he had nothing to say to him, he thought perhaps they might go roaming through the Opera House or something like that. But at Mercutio's obvious desire to keep a crowd - at least, he thought, until it chased them off or some such - he frowned slightly, inwardly, wondered if he was being rather 17 and needed to grow up. Roam the Opera House, indeed. Not very scandalous.
"Or perhaps the both of them would like to show us? I think, sir, it's you. You might not be to the maiden's taste - or the man's, for that matter. Why, siiir," Ganymede drawled at him with the faintest hint of a lisp, "dooo join my friend and I - well, look at that! He runs," came the dispassionate self-interruption, back to the general voice. "But he has a fine backside from this view. I'm a glass half-full sort of person."
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Post by Mercutio on Sept 30, 2009 10:06:32 GMT -5
"Ha, indeed, while I can only mourn the lost opportunity; but no matter, there will always be another. He was not worthy, my fine fellow, obviously not worthy at all."
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Post by Rosalind on Oct 26, 2009 16:18:40 GMT -5
"What in this rabble is?" asked Ganymede indignantly, putting a hand on his hip in a manner that looked decidedly green and effeminate. "You know, my good man, my gorgeous specimen of manliness, we are wasted here. We should be spent elsewhere, methinks."
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Post by Mercutio on Oct 26, 2009 20:07:24 GMT -5
"Yes, I think mayhaps you are right. Obviously lingering here any longer would not only be a waste of our tremendous talent but also I might be corralled into work again, which is completely intolerable. Come, let's be off to warmer and more welcoming climes."
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Post by Rosalind on Oct 26, 2009 20:41:36 GMT -5
"Warmer, at any rate," said Ganymede in a downright drawl. "Are you welcome anywhere, my good fellow?" he asked as they were off, walking at a leisurely pace. "Outside of this man's arms, at any rate. Surely no maid would have you."
There was the tiniest hint of malice in that, as Ganymede meant one maid in particular.
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