Tokyo, Thursday Morning

[withoutverona]

Veteran's Day wasn't a holiday in Japan -- and neither, despite his wishes to the contrary, was Romeo's 20th birthday. The result was that he had to sit through a dismal economic theory lecture, and a slightly less dismal hour discussing the history of Enlightenment philosophy.

He came home to find a large box from Verona, and ripped into it to find a handsome suit with a note from his father referring him to a tailor a few wards over. Benvolio, for his part, had tucked in a miniature billiards game and a bottle of good wine.

Romeo shucked his coat and modeled the new jacket in front of the mirror, reflecting that this wasn't a bad way to start his third decade.

[OOC: Open for calls/texts/that girl who lives here.]

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[withoutverona]

"Thank you, love!" Romeo turned toward her, looking utterly delighted.

Possibly in part by the fact she hadn't tried to cook, but mostly buy the cupcakes. All the cupcakes. "Are those truly just for the two of us?" he asked.

He might have been turning 20, but in some ways Romeo was, and would ever remain, five.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Hai!" Yurika tossed off a cheerful salute. "All for you, aijin, unless you want to share them with someone! Like, oh, me!"

[withoutverona]

"Of course!" Romeo said indulgently. "I get two dozen, you get one dozen -- there's a fair bargain."

He might have been laughing a bit. Hard to tell, when he was intent on cramming the first of his two dozen into his mouth, scattering coconut shavings on the new suit.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Ai-ya! Are you twenty or two?" she cried, quickly trying to take the tray away. "Shoo! Out of your suit, first! Go! Go!"

It was a very nice suit! It looked very, very, very good on him! And while Yurika was tempted to simply rip it off and have her way with him, getting it rumpled or covered in frosting would be a horrible plan.

[withoutverona]

Romeo only whined a bit as he set down the cupcake, wiped his hands on a napkin, and carefully took off the jacket.


"The sleeves need to be taken in, but it's nice, isn't it?" he said eagerly. "My father sent it as a birthday gift."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Hai, very nice," she joked. "He has a good eye for a suit, very grown-up. Are we sure he's not confusing you for some adult Montague cousin we don't know about?"

[withoutverona]

Romeo laughed and pretended to swat her. "Aye, one very elderly and grave," he said. "I'll have to be sober, of course. I cannot smile in such a suit."