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.

[OOC: Open to anybody who wants to talk to him!]

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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."