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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.]
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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Date: 2009-11-12 03:15 am (UTC)"How are Ino and Arthur? Island still standing?"
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Date: 2009-11-12 03:23 am (UTC)He perked up at her suggestion. "Could we stay from Wednesday to Sunday, Thanksgiving week? That would please him." And Romeo needed the beach.
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Date: 2009-11-12 03:33 am (UTC)She vanished back into he bedroom before he could answer. "Haaaaaaaaaaai. Tell your poppa we'll see him Wednesday, and warn Ben that I'm stealing his wife for some shopping."
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Date: 2009-11-12 03:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-12 04:02 am (UTC)'Cause it was funnier than picturing Yamanaka-san with veggie-guts.
"We should invite them out here sometime, although I cringe to think what you and Ben could get up to unsupervised."
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Date: 2009-11-12 01:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-12 02:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-12 03:54 pm (UTC)