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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[bitchprince]

"I'm not biting anything off," Arthur said. Proverbial spines retreated. "Anyway, I'll try to be there."

[withoutverona]

"And I'm sure I'll be on the island again before then," Romeo said, managing not to sound sulky. "Call me if anything else attacks?"

Not that he could do much, but he liked to live viscerally and from a safe distance.

[bitchprince]

"I'll make sure," Arthur agreed. "Maybe when the time comes, we can come to some agreement about sharing out seeds, as well."

A lot of his people still went hungry.

[withoutverona]

"Of course. It's never a problem for me to buy them," Romeo said. "I'll talk to you later?"

[bitchprince]

"Of course," Arthur said, reaching for his notebook to jot down send Romeo some wine.