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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[withoutverona]

"And Merlin's a bird, so he's not even chancing washing his clothes," Romeo reported, not without glee. "And we should. I think Tokyo's no match for two Montagues. Is there a time you had in mind?"

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Well I was thinking we should make Reno and Rikku come out for New Year's," she mused. "Too bad they just missed Culture Day, that could have been fun! Although I suppose any Friday night can be a holiday..."

[withoutverona]

"New Year's in Tokyo," Romeo said in satisfaction. "Likely to be a better party than anything else." He stepped toward the bedroom, craning his neck to try to see her. "Are you ready?"