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

"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.

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

"It is beautiful, this country."

He gestures to the book.

He leans over Mercutio's shoulder to look at the pictures. "It is. I wish I'd visited it."

"I am glad it survived, and is whole and strong."
He tilts his head back against Lee's knees.

He slides onto the floor to sit next to Mercutio. "Definitely has."

"Ow. I was comfortable."

But he's smiling when he kisses Lee.

"I can't make you comfortable in other positions?" He slips an arm around Mercutio's waist and kisses back.

"Possibly."

It is said grudgingly, but he's grinning.

"Even this one?" He flops onto his back on the carpet and pulls Mercutio into his arms.

There is a moment of squirming around, and Lee gets an elbow in the stomach by mistake, and then Mercutio heaves a contented sigh.

"Mayhap a little comfortable, aye."

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