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[winestains]

*well, they've finished up in the kitchen and Horatio's done with his sandwich, so Osric takes him by the hand and leads him into the main room, setting him down on the couch*

So, what would you like to do today?

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[truant_horatio]

May I not meet thy companion?

[winestains]

When he gets home, it'll be the first thing we do.

[be_my_me]

*hey, look who's home! with the kiddyfied Forti and Orsino in tow, of course. smiles weakly when he sees Osric* Alas, dear Osric, I have found no cure, but more afflicted.

[winestains]

*grins at Horatio* Oh, look Valentine's-- *processes the rest of that sentence and glances at the kids with Valentine; of course he notices the redhead and can't help but--* Oh, don't tell me.

[norweenish]

Don't tell you what, mister? Are you the guy that knows where Norway is?

[winestains]

*flaily look at Valentine* ...yeah, I suppose I am. I'm from Denmark.

[norweenish]

*scowls* Denmark's stupid.

[winestains]

Watch it. *points to Horatio* He's from Denmark, too. *glances at Orsino a little anxiously*

[norweenish]

*sticks out his tongue at Horatio!*

[be_my_me]

*a flaily look back at Osric, and gently frees his hands from the kids* May I present the Lord Orsino of Illyria and Prince Fortinbras of Norway?

[thefoodoflove]

*bows, very stiffly* Good day, sir.

[winestains]

My Lord. Prince. *attempts a smile and bows* I'm Osric. And let me introduce young Horatio.

[norweenish]

*sticks close to Orsino and doesn't bow to the Evil Denmarkians* Hi.

[truant_horatio]

*bows very nicely and very solemnly* Good morrow, good gentlemen.

[norweenish]

'M not a gentleman. I'm a prince!

[truant_horatio]

*wibbles* I ask your pardon, prithee.