Dojima-Montague Apartment, Tokyo, Wednesday Morning

[withoutverona]

Romeo's nineteenth birthday started with a package from his father containing a collection of Lord Byron's works, a dagger that was about twice as elaborate as anything Romeo had any business carrying, and a letter that suggested -- in a polite, backhanded, and elaborate way -- that Romeo was missed and should make it his business to visit Verona sooner rather than later.

There was also a large box of chocolates. They were good. Romeo ate the caramels as his breakfast. He should have been reading about the equilibrium point in supply and demand, but that kept turning into perusal of the poetry. Really, the poetry struck him as more relevant.

[OOC: For the girlfriend, or for birthday emails/calls/texts/homing pigeons.]

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[the_merriest]

"You should get pets," Rikku chirped excitedly. "Or does your apartment-place not like them? They're all kinds of fun and if they let you keep pets in the dorms, they should totally let you in a place you're actually paying to stay in, you know? Although Petey might get airsick. He hates traveling by portal."

[raspberryturk]

"An' if I have to deal with cat puke anywhere along the trip," Reno mused amiably, "I'm gonna be a real cranky Turk."

Oh, Reno. You already are a real cranky Turk. Silly boy.

[withoutverona]

"The apartment would allow them, but I'm not much for pets." Romeo and responsibility were not mixy things. "I like them better when they belong to other people, really, if that doesn't make me sound horrible."

A beat. "Please don't come visit with anything that will vomit."

[raspberryturk]

"So you're sayin' that Rikku should leave me behind if we're thinkin' of mixin' sake with raw octopus?"

Reno had never eaten raw octopus. Reno was planning on keeping it that way.

Unless he was very drunk and somebody dared him to try it, of course. There were standards that he had to set, here.