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[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Mercutio is cooler than you, and you, and you. In fact, he's cooler than all of you. AHAHAHA!

He doesn't look awe-inspiringly cool at the moment, though. In fact, he looks kind of amusing. He's on the rug in front of the fire, curled right around with his head on his arm, still reading the Italian guidebook, sounding out the words as he goes, with a contemplative frown.

He'll squeak if you poke him.



[ooc: i have three essays to write tonight. so this entrance post is going to be live for... a very long while.]

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[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

Brian shambles over, all bent legs and knuckles, and pokes Mercutio with a grin.

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

As advertised, a squeak.

A manly squeak. But so totally a squeak. He rolls onto his back to peer up at Brian with a grin.

"Pretty Brian!"

...Yes, it's going to run and run.

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

"Ook," says Brian.

Amazing how one meaningless syllable can sound like something entirely ruder, huh?

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"Hast thou lost thy ability to converse?"

He's feeling a little homesick, what with the guidebook.

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

"Nope. But it's easier, plus I don't get what you're saying, so. Fair."

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"Thou did'st not comprehend me?"

Okay, now he's consciously doing it. Because he's a brat.

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

"Not when you were talkin' all Italian. Only Italian I know is, like, Dean Martin singing about pizza, which was totally the greatest song until I listened harder and worked out it was about girls, which every song ever is about and totally ruins it."

He collapses back onto the rug, squirming until he's comfortable, hands laced over his stomach.

"You're mostly okay with, like, hymns though. 'cos the love they talk about's mostly for Jesus, and no one much wants to shag him unless it's from a film by that guy who was in Lethal Weapon, and then he's too covered in blood anyway, and ain't nobody sexy like that. Unless we're talking Gangster no. 1."

[oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com]

Prue is next to the fire as well. Thinking and getting used to the idea that she can feel the fire if she wants to.

She can hear the man reading the Italian so her attention is caught. When he comes to a break, "Good Afternoon?"

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

He rolls into a sprawl on his back, tipping his head back to smile at her. "God gi' ye good e'en."

[oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com]

Prue isn't sure that she got all of that. But she smiles anyway, "May I ask what you are reading?"

Her posture is a little tense as it always is.

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"A little book on the delights of Italy."

He shows her the cover.

"A Christmas gift."

[oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com]

"Christmas. I must have missed it."

Leaning over a bit to look at the cover she smiles, "Looks very interesting."

Extending her hand, "I'm Prue Halliwell."

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

He twists to kiss the hand.

"Mercutio of Verona," and continues seamlessly with, "And I can read it, which cannot be said of much reading matter here."

[thisfatefulhour]

"It's pronounced like this," says Charles, wandering by, and repeats the last word Mercutio used, with the correct pronounciation.

. . .Charles is too smart for his own good sometimes. Sorry.

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

He receives a blink. A slightly scornful blink.

"You did not roll the 'r' correctly."

It may be modern Italian, but dammit, it's still his language.

[thisfatefulhour]

He raises his eyebrows. "Didn't I?"

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"No, thou didst not."

He rolls onto his back, stretching luxuriously.

"But do not fret. Many foreigners cannot manage it."

It's the verbal equivalent of a pat on the head.

[thisfatefulhour]

"Oh? That's a pity."

Charles feels he can manage anything he puts his mind to.

The eyebrows have not gone down.

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"Aye. Veronan is rarely so mangled as in the mouths of Englishmen."

He laces his fingers behind his head.

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

It makes Lee grin to see Mercutio reading the book, however disinclined he otherwise is towards cheerfulness.

"Too bad a good Italian-English dictionary would just make things worse."

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"Far worse."

He tilts his head up to peer at Lee, with a smile.

"How do you fare?"

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

"Not bad." He shrugs and flops into an armchair. "How different is modern Italian from Veronan?"

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"There are difficulties. I needs must sound it out often. But easier than I expected, certainly."

He squirms on the rug until he is leaning against Lee's legs.

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

"Excellent." He reaches down to play with Mercutio's hair. "It's nice hearing you sound it out, too..."

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"It is beautiful, this country."

He gestures to the book.