Dojima-Montague Apartment, Tokyo, Saturday Night

[withoutverona]

Romeo stumbled in from a long, late dinner with some college friends and flopped onto the couch with his eyes closed. The week had been unusually tiring, and the sake and beer with dinner had not helped. He didn't mind his classwork itself, but there were times he'd give his eyeteeth not to be surrounded by business students all of the time.

Of course that was when his phone rang. Romeo glanced at it: Benvolio.

Well, speaking Verona would be a balm to his soul after three hours of Japanese only lightly sprinkled in English. He took the call, though his initial greetings were a bit wary.

Romeo's mood was much improved when he hung up. "I'm to be an uncle," he told Alea. (Okay, technically a cousin once removed, but Romeo saw no reason to quibble over such things. The important part was that Benvolio and Rosaline were having a child.)

The cat ... was not impressed.

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[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Cats were not usually impressed. It was one of the perks of being a cat.

Yurika, however, might be impressed, although Romeo would have to tell her first.

She staggered through the door, her Hunter-uniform coat and dark suit rumpled and looking distinctly like someone who'd seen the wrong end of a mugging. Which, she hadn't, she'd just been awake for two days (hadn't been home for three) and playing chicken with Witches while trying to do real job AND cover Robin.

"My kingdom for something that is not microwave ramen," she moaned, falling melodramatically over the back of the couch to land on Romeo. "And a bed. I will sell my soul for a bed."

[withoutverona]

"You might need that soul, love," Romeo said amiably, as he tried to shift to catch and pull the girl onto his lap. "Let me take care of you. Would it cheer you at all to hear you're to be an auntie?"

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Hai?" she asked, twisting a bit to look at him. "What do you mean?"

[withoutverona]

"Rosaline's with child," Romeo explained. "So Benvolio will be a father, and there's a new generation of Montagues to come to the world. I'm just -- happy."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Someone's been busy," she said impishly. "Good for them."

[withoutverona]

"Or someone tried it once and got lucky," Romeo agreed, smiling. "I should start sending him horrible baby name suggestions to see how long it takes before they ask if I'm out of my mind."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Japanese baby names," Yurika suggested. "Or completely ridiculous literary references."

[withoutverona]

"Or colors and fruits," Romeo suggested. "Perhaps I could suggest a Japanese name that means a color or a fruit. Or -- there's always demanding the baby be named after oneself."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"We will have to come up with a name that means 'orange pineapple kitten ears' or something similar, and never tell them what it means," she replied with a straight face. "It could be wonderful."

[withoutverona]

"And then they'd spend the rest of the babe's life wondering why her auntie and uncle kept giving her orange things and pineapple candy on birthdays," Romeo said. "I like it."

More seriously, he added, "You know this means Ben and I aren't the last of the Montagues. I'm sure my father's dancing a jig."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Your father has already bought cigars for the entire city, and is busy planning the baptism down to the last detail," Yurika guessed. "I'm not sure his knees would be able to survive an actual jig."

[withoutverona]

Romeo laughed. "I should argue he cannot help his bulk, but 'tis true.the man's no dancer anymore."