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withoutverona) wrote2010-11-11 08:53 am
withoutverona) wrote2010-11-11 08:53 am
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Tokyo, Thursday Morning
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.]
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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"You'll both pass for fashionable and more in Harajuku," Romeo suggested, with a glance to Dojima to see if she had another idea. "Sometimes it seems as if everyone on the street there is in some vast competition to see who can look the most outlandish -- not that either of you looks outlandish."
He'd caught himself just in time.