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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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It takes Mercutio a moment to think that one out, and then he laughs, and twists his fingers free of Brian's in order to poke him.

"I can talk on all of those. Choose."

He stretches.

"Where you been on a boat? Are they, like, wooden ship things? With all the pulling of ropes and illegal sodomy and shit?"

That gets another poke.

"I was sick much of the time. There was sodomy, occasionally, aye."

Honeyed smile.

"...hunh."

Brian's silent for... a pretty long time, actually. For him.

"What's it like?"

Mercutio rolls onto his back and laces his fingers behind his head, careful not to poke Brian in the eye with an elbow.

"Sex? Sodomy? Pleasurable. Very. If done right."

"Hunh."

It seems to be his response of choice.

"I guess everything is. If done right."

"Are you a virgin?"

He stretches. His voice is curious. Tact? Huh?

"I had sex!"

He sounds... kinda outraged. Which could be because it was just once. With a very nice girl from Uni, who was entirely too nice to let him know that she already had a boyfriend. Hunh.

He knows that tone of voice. He might be smirking slightly.

"I sounded like that when I was teased at... thirteen summers? The question is, more than once?"

One of Brian's long arms is across his eyes.

"...Shaddup."

"It is a great shame, someone so pretty as yourself."

He rolls onto his front again, a sudden movement.

"A crime, in fact."

"Again, with the shaddup."

Brian is not so good with the teasing.

He laughs.

"I merely speak truth. I cannot imagine you have had no offers."

"Not so much, no."

Brian grins at the ceiling, because grin is, like, default.

"I will offer, whenever you wish."

He smiles.

"Rrrrrrrright." His Dr Evil impression is flawless.

"Aaaaaanyway..."

He grins, and shrugs.

"I do not lie. Why would you think so?"

"Um. I. Just. Um."

Brian is flustered, and pink.

"This is... are you desperate due to end of universe or something, man?"

"I have no need of desperation. I have many bedmates."

He waves a hand.

"You are pretty. I like you. It is not difficult."

"I like you too."

That's the easy part.

"Thank you."

He smiles and says nothing else.

Brian rolls over and hides his face against Mercutio's side. It saves deciding on expressions and is delightfully warm. So.

Mercutio laughs.

"The offer stands, my friend. I am not teasing or lying or drunken. Do you wish to talk of other things?"

There's an assenting mumble from somewhere in Mercutio's jumper.

"Of shoes? Or kings?"

He runs a hand into Brian's hair, curling it around his fingers.