Romeo Montague (
withoutverona) wrote2009-01-25 10:56 am
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Room 502, Sunday Morning
Romeo had plead a headache to stay home from Cal's party the night before, and Yurika had been too excited to do more than a little concerned clucking before heading off for ice cream. But in truth, he had been busy with some private preparations for the morning. It was, after all, a rather important day.
Once he woke up, he slid out of bed taking care not to dislodge Yurika from where she lay, still asleep. He kept things simple; an enormous fan of blood-red roses in the bed beside her, fresh orange juice and champagne for mimosas, chocolate croissants from J,GOB's, and coffee bubbling away. Finally, Romeo put a folder of some papers on the bed beside her.
And then there was nothing to do but watch her sleep and hope she woke up before impatience killed him.
[OOC: For one. Dojima modded with permission.]
Once he woke up, he slid out of bed taking care not to dislodge Yurika from where she lay, still asleep. He kept things simple; an enormous fan of blood-red roses in the bed beside her, fresh orange juice and champagne for mimosas, chocolate croissants from J,GOB's, and coffee bubbling away. Finally, Romeo put a folder of some papers on the bed beside her.
And then there was nothing to do but watch her sleep and hope she woke up before impatience killed him.
[OOC: For one. Dojima modded with permission.]
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"Mmmmm...ohaiyo, aijin," she muttered, trying to snuggle farther under the blankets. "What time is it?" Maybe she'd have enough time to drag him back to bed for a bit, before going over to the convention.
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If she opened it, she'd find inside a hollowed-out egg with a face drawn on one side and HI, MY NAME IS FELIX on the other.
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She pried it open and stared for a moment before bursting out in laughter. "Ah, it's Felix's birthday!" she giggled. "I can't believe you remembered!"
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He really was that much of a sap.
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Yurika could be pretty quick on the uptake, once she was fully awake.
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"But I'm glad Cal had a good party. I like him."
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Then her lips had much more important things to do, than protest her innocence.
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He ... didn't actually sound like he minded.
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She was pretty sure it involved more kissing, since there was no longer a young and impressionable egg to worry about.
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He moved to kiss her before waiting for an answer.
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He kissed the underside of her chin.
"We should write a think you to Miss Bell and Mr. Stinson."
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"Was too," she murmured, running her fingers down his arm. She'd been flirting with anyone in the class that was pretty, actually, but had been thrilled when he asked her to the dance. "And I think they'd appreciate it more if we sent booze. Did she leave a forwarding address at all?"
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"So you should be glad I flirted back."
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He'd brought her flowers, breakfast, and a mock-egg-baby. Once you added kisses to the equation, it was possibly the best way to wake up ever.
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