withoutverona | Room 503 + Beyond, Monday Evening

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Room 503 + Beyond, Monday Evening

After work -- and the shop really couldn't close too soon for his tastes -- Romeo made a quick stop at Taste of Thai for takeout, then dashed back to his room. He neatened things, just because he liked to live in hope, before going up to the roof and arranging a picnic blanket, iPod and speakers, and the food.

And then there was nothing to do but dress himself (dress shirt, suit jacket, no tie, and he actually brushed his hair so it would stay out of his eyes) and collect his lady.

He drew a deep breath as he tapped on the door of 503.

[OOC: For the girl. Note, the roof is a public space but Romeo will oh-so-cleverly put a sign on the door when he and Dojima get there.]

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"You like my father?" Romeo echoed, genuinely surprised. "But aye, you're most likely right. I just hate the idea of living alone. I never have, you know. I might make a mess of it."

"Is that so shocking?" she laughed, digging into the food. "That I like him? I do. I like all of your family that I've met so far."

"And neither have I, you know. Lived alone I mean. Even when my parents were gone on long business trips, there was always the house staff to keep me company and take care of me. Just watch, I'll be calling Rikku in a week because I'll have broken the toaster, and I need her to come fix it for me."

Edited 2009-03-10 03:40 (UTC)

Romeo took a delicate bite of a spring roll before answering. "Not shocking, but I always think him rather intimidating. He is a good man, though, or tries to be, by his code." he gave her a tiny smile. "I'm glad you like the Montagues."

"And I fear I'll just be on my cell phone constantly asking different people about this and that, or because I miss them." That last bit was directed at her.

Yurika shook her head and smiled. "Intimidating doesn't bother me," she replied. She worked for Father Juliano, after all. "I like it when someone knows what they want, and aren't afraid to be assertive in getting it."

Which could be applied to any of the Montague boys, really, but the one she was dining with had a particular reputation for boldness that Yurika enjoyed.

She paused, blinking as something occurred to her. "I wonder what the timezone difference is between worlds. Wow. That's going to make my mobile plan a headache."

"You know I'd pick up my phone for you whatever time it was," Romeo said. "I'll turn the ringer extra loud."

He finished the spring roll with gusto. "I'm glad we'll have at least part of the summer." And beyond that, if he had anything to say about it, but, for once, Romeo was determined not to grab too hard and lose something.

"That's the joy of having different ringtones for different people," she agreed. "You can chose if you want to pick-up without even looking at the caller ID!"

"I still have to find a job or a TA gig or something if I want to stay, otherwise they won't let me hang around, but I've got plenty of time." Yurika leaned over to steal a spring roll before he could eat them all. "It's barely even March!"

"It's barely March," he agreed, stealing some chicken but letting her have the spring rolls. He was inclined to say it was already March, and after March came April and then May and graduation, but right then it was a warm evening and she wasn't acting like she hated him.

He leaned back on his hands, staring down off the building. "What would you rather do? Work, or be a TA?"

"Being a TA seems easier," she mused, licking some of the spring roll dipping-sauce from her fingers, "and it would give me more free time."

"I miss Aly-sensei's classes. I could talk to Garrett-sensei, or even Robin-san if she teaches again, but otherwise I'm doomed to trying to find a shop to hire me just for the summer."

"You do," Romeo pointed out with a grin that wasn't as casual as it looked, "have rather an in with one of the managers, if no one will take you on as a TA."

Yurika laughed and leaned forward, propping her chin on her hand to give him a lovely view of her cleavage. "You're not worried about any claims of favoritism or impropriety?" she purred, eyes dancing.

It took effort for Romeo to keep his eyes on her face, and he swallowed distinctly. "If any dared complain, I'd say I hired the way Ms. Bell did, and took the prettiest applicant."

He reached out for the rice, letting his fingers brush her knee along the way.

She didn't acknowledge the touch beyond a slight smile as she reached for her drink. "Then it's to my advantage that I'm pretty and you have a weakness for blondes," she said cheerily. "Although I don't know that I'd be much good at it. I'd probably try on the clothes all day, and ignore the customers."

"You could be a living model," Romeo answered cheerily. "And we don't get so many customers that your doing that would likely be a problem. I spend half my shifts writing."

"Maybe you should hire more pretty girls, to be your living models. It might encourage sales in the male demographic," Yurika teased, smiling to take any sting out of the words. "But then I guess you wouldn't get as much writing done."

"You don't think it would encourage sales for girls as well?" Romeo asked. "Though of course my scribbling is the crucial thing."

"Depends. Is the girl going to be insecure that the shop girl is prettier than she is?" Yurika mused. "Women can be fickle."

"But you can be encouraging, I've seen you do it," Romeo said seriously. "You draw Jen out, you get Rikku to look like a lady. I know it's not your calling in life, but, love, you'd be a fine shopgirl."

Of course, he thought she'd be fine at anything she tried.

Edited 2009-03-11 01:56 (UTC)

She laughed and favored him with a smile. "So being a bad influence counts as being encouraging?" she asked. "If only I'd known that sooner!"

"I think it's the best kind of influence," Romeo laughed, setting his spoon aside and unfolding to his feet. He was starting to get restless. "And might I influence you into a dance?"

Yurika held out her hand so he could help her to her feet. "I think you can," she replied. "I think they're required, actually, for picnics on the roof."

He took both of her hands between his, and pulled her into place. "And we wouldn't want to disappoint whatever god takes charge of picnics on the roof," he noted. "We might never get another."

As if on cue, the iPod started a slow song. "I think this is our song."

[OOC: Forgive the random video, it was the only one I could find that had the whole song.]

Edited 2009-03-11 02:28 (UTC)

She laughed as he drew her to her feet and let him lead the dancing. "We can't disappoint the picnic gods," she agreed, swaying slightly. "It would be a shame, if people couldn't have more roof dates because of our heresy."

Romeo brought a hand around to the small of her back, swaying with the music, nothing fancy but easy on his feet. "And then we'd be kicked off the island, sad and alone," he said, lips near her ears.

[OOC: Night!]

Yurika's breath caught in her throat for a moment before she shifted just slightly to put some more space between his lips and her neck.

It wasn't that she didn't trust him, she just wasn't ready for quite that level of closeness yet.

"Ah, but then we could run away and find a new island with new friends," she said lightly. "Somewhere that the gods of rooftops wouldn't know our transgression."

Romeo noticed the shift away, and it sent a dagger through him as he stood, still dancing.

"Silly gods," he said lightly. Always lightly. "To lose track of mortals so easily."

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