Room 502, Sunday Morning

[withoutverona]

Romeo sat cross-legged on his bed, still dressed in the loose pants and t-shirt he had slept in. His laptop was open in front of him, and he kept toggling between an

To: bmontague@veronamail.com
From: romeo.montague@fandomhigh.edu
Subject: A small update

Dearest Cos,

I write with what promises to be good news. I have been spending time with a girl -- I know, you think that means only that I still breathe, but she is quite special. But I have told her nothing of note, though a priest bade me to, and the weight of that hangs over me.

I have also found the graveyard here, which has much more pleasant company than one would expect, and have worked on artistic endeavors. And I may go to Florida for my spring break next week -- a poor substitute for Sycamore Grove, but the ocean is almost the same, as all waters mingle.

I thirst for news of home. If you do not write back, I will conclude you have lost your ability to do so, and mourn your literacy.

-R

and sites advertising spring break deals in Miami.

He wasn't sure he would want to stay in the kind of hotel that advertised beer pong as an activity, even if it was only $49 a night.

[OOC: Door closed, post open.]