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Andres is in the bar sitting in a booth in a corner. His chin is resting in one hand and hes staring out the window. The Complete Works of Shakespeare is sitting near his elbow, unopened, and there is a piece of creased parchment laying on the table in front of him. Frequently he looks away from the window and takes a drink. Occasionally he rubs his forehead as if he as a headache, and even more occasionally, he glances at the parchment and scowls.

Despite this, he is in a decent mood, if slightly worried. Go ahead and visit.

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"Which would be sometime yesterday afternoon--at least--because I was with you for most of last night." He folds his arms. He worked for the government. He can put two and two together.

"Come on," he says gently. "You shouldn't go so long without eating. Just have a little bit of waffle. Please?"

"That isn't long. You fret too much. I will eat when I am hungry." He smiles reassuringly, and pushes the plate away.

"So what have you kept yourself busy with, other than worrying needlessly?"

"If you're not going to eat, then you can't get pissed at me for worrying," he warns, before letting the subject drop.

"I haven't had time to keep myself busy with anything," he says, with a hint of dry amusement. "I just saw you about twelve hours ago."

"Well I was worried that you might forget, on occasion, how lucky you were. I asked in order to remind you." *Grin*

His eyes are rolling practically out of his head. "Yeah, yeah."

He takes another bite of waffle. "Mercutio's teaching me how to fence," he says offhandedly. He doesn't mention that he's really bad at it.

"Well that's something that would have been worth mentioning.
*grin*
How's it going so far?" He doesn't have to mention. Andres will ask

"Well, you were asking what I'd been doing since last night. The fencing lessons happened before then." He shrugs. Fun with technicalities.

"It's, uh..." He considers lying. "I'm clumsy as hell. Given that, it's going as well as can be expected."

"So what have you kept yourself busy with, other than worrying needlessly? I provided no delineation of time."
*Shrug*
"Don't worry too much about being clumsy. Keep it up and you will be able to fence and potentially lose the clumsiness." *Smile* "So is Mercutio any good?"

"Well, whatever. I hadn't been doing anything interesting other than fencing before then anyway."

He contemplates, taking a sip of orange juice. "Yeah, of course Mercutio's good. I mean, compared to me, anyone is, but he's been doing it for years."

"How long's he been dead?" *curious*

He blinks. "I don't know. He's been here longer than I have, but I don't know how much longer. Why?"

"I like to know who to watch out for." *Smile* "If he were as old as Gorlim I wouldn't want to face him, but as things seem, a challenge might be fun."

"Oh, for the love of god." He looks pained. "If you have to challenge Mercutio to a duel, please don't kill him. The poor guy's had enough of that already."

"Just for fun, love. I haven't actually sparred with anyone since arriving. I will consider it. Though it is not like I could kill him again." *Smile*

"He'd probably love it, actually. And it'd be fun to watch." He thinks.

"There's a guy I knew before I came here who offered to practice with me if I learned how to fence," he muses, remembering. "Not like that, though."

Andres raises an eyebrow. "Not like what?"

Castle frowns. Like it isn't bad enough when he doesn't get subtlety. "Never mind. Point is, at least I'll have someone with a different style to practice with if I get any good. I don't know if I'll ever really be good enough at it to be worth Paul's while as a sparring partner, though."

Considering that Paul was in a wheelchair just before the last time Castle saw him, this kind of says a lot about Castle's self-confidence.

*blink blink* "Alright." *Shrug* "I don't know Paul so I'll take your word for it." He yawns again, and stretches. "So what have you learned so far?"

He considers asking whether Mercutio had mentioned meeting him, but can't figure out why he's curious.

"He's around here somewhere. Haven't seen him in a few weeks, but he's dead too, so he can't have gone anywhere." He shrugs.

"I've just learned the basic stance and some footwork. I've only had one lesson."

"Very good." *nod*

[ooc: oh dear... mun found we are the champions in gregorian chant on millitunes. *Headdesk*]

"You'll notice that I didn't have to ask him to teach me to dance, too." He raises an eyebrow and bites into a bagel half. "But he does keep complaining that nobody around here can dance. I take it you didn't mention to him that you can."

"I did not, no. Should I have? I would not want to make you jealous." *Grin*

"Besides, I informed you from the start, that I'd practice with you once you knew basics, but I did not want to be the one to teach them." "I'm sure he appreciates the chance anyway." He says while yawning again.

[ooc:Time to go home from work. bb in 30 - 60 mins.]

[OOC: 'Kay.]

"Well, it'd be nice if you guys could actually get along, but it's none of my business if you can't." He shrugs.

"Well, okay. Once I can manage the basics without falling on my ass and dropping the sword, I'll take you up on that."

"If you want us to get along, don't leave it up to me. You know my habit for distancing people and all." *Smile* "And I look forward to knocking you on your ass myself."

He wishes he could take that last part as a double entendre.

"Why should I have to set you up to be friends with Mercutio? He's not an easy guy to distance. He'd be good practice for you." He finishes the waffle, though the quarter he'd offered to Andres is still intact.

[OOC: Can Andres and Castle talk in a different thread sometime before 11:00? Castle's been talking to Mercutio about certain things that were and were not said, y'see. *grin*]