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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[intraspective]

Uh.

"If someone I had mutual hate with showed up and I had to give them advice to fix things in their future?"

Um.

"...probably kill 'em," Ino said, thinking about that, "'cause they can't screw stuff up if they're dead, though admittedly it really depends on what the issue at hand was. If it was one where lives depended on it, then well..." She shrugged. "But if it was like, oh no, you're going to fall in love with someone I care 'bout and get them pregnant and then ditch them leaving them broken-hearted, then I might spend the weekend telling him utterly awful habits and stories 'bout the one I care 'bout in the hopes of turning them off of the other before it starts."

Ino contemplated that. "Or knock them out and make it so they can't have kids. Broken hearts are less daunting to fix when there's no children involved, I think anyway."

She should never be allowed to take a situation and run with it, no. She was also rather the pot calling the kettle black in this case.

[withoutverona]

And this was why Romeo didn't let Ino run his life.

"If he died, his family would blame my family," Romeo pointed out. "Then more people would die. Castrating him .... that's a thought."