Room 502, Sunday Morning
Jan. 25th, 2009 10:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
withoutveronaRomeo 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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Date: 2009-01-28 01:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-28 01:41 am (UTC)But kisses would probably speak better than words right now, considering how high emotions were running. She reached out to tug him closer and tangle her fingers in his hair. Kissing now, dealing with Life later.
Much later. Like, in six months or so. July sounded like a fantastic time to put off this conversation until.