The Beach, Friday Mid-Morning
The water was colder than it ever was in Verona, but there was still an ocean in Fandom and it felt right for Romeo and Mercutio to end up beside it. If Romeo squinted just right, he could almost pretend he was back in Verona and 16 again, enjoying the last simple days he'd ever know.
He'd called Reno, of course. It only felt right for Reno and Mercutio to meet, even if he was going to have to translate every other sentence they exchanged. He assumed it would turn into jokes at his expense sooner or later; he was just grateful they'd have the chance.
Mercutio
It felt more than right, the sound of the waves and the way the sand gave way beneath his feet, and were it not for the lack of his Rapier at his side Mercutio might be tempted to wade out into the waves to shoot at fish.
"Pray tell me, gentle Romeo, an it please you -- for well I know the darkness of thy frequent humors -- this companion of thine serves well as the physician's lancet in my stead?"
Romeo
"My lancet, Mercutio?" Romeo asked, happily lost as he gazed at his friend with the old affection in his eyes. "I do not mark you. An none could e'er replace you, yet well he does at bringing me some cheer."
mercutio
"Aye, lancet, one to prick sharply ere thou in some sickly turn of mind dost feel it." But at that Mercutio paused abruptly, his boisterous good cheer fading into silence as he turned to study Romeo with an intent gaze.
"What's this?" he asked with a bark of laughter. "I thought perhaps t'was merely a trick, some lingering haze of the wild fairy revelry that summoned me hence, but nay, 'tis truth."
He leaped up onto a nearby rock and struck a dramatic -- as if he were capable of less -- pose, arms flung up in the air. "Soft, the final trumpet sounds, the earth trembles! By th'archangel Gabriel's flaming sword, has our Romeo an even hand on the keel at last?"
Romeo
"The dead walk the earth, my man," Romeo pointed out with a barking laugh, gesturing to indicate Mercutio. "Thy own good self included. It is the end. Who are we to say Romeo might not have learned to keep reason in his head and a civil hand on his sword?"
He'd been 16, the last Mercutio saw him. Now he was past 19, and felt much older. The years flew.
Mercutio
And the years signified little to the dead -- weighed little upon them too, were Mercutio's appearance to be any indication.
"Marry, a hit," he conceded in good humor, sketching a bow with a flourish as he leapt off his perch, seemingly intent on tackling Romeo into the sand. "Thou wear'st time's passage well; no longer can I say, in faith, that sooner would swine take up fasting than Romeo learn moderation."
Reno
"What're we sayin' about moderation? I ain't seein' much here, yo."
Reno's hands were cupped behind his head as he sauntered onto the beach, a little grin toying at the corners of his mouth as he took in the scene in front of him.
"Romeo, man, if I knew you were callin' me to meet that kinda friend, I would'a dressed up better."
This, from the guy who lived in a business suit, yes. At least it was an adequately sloppy business suit.
Romeo
"You look at least as good as this rake," said Romeo, who was about to explode from sheer joy, as he jerked his thumb at Mercutio.
"Mercutio, Reno, Reno, Mercutio. Mercutio slurs me and claims I've become sober since he saw me last; Reno can testify it is not entirely so."
Mercutio
"It would be comforting to hear, in truth," Mercutio admitted, laughing, "else I might suspect some fell sorcery at work."
Reno
It took Reno a moment to parse that, but he was used to hearing Romeo's own flowery speech from time to time, and he'd had a bit of experience with Verona at large by now. Short and sweet, he could comprehend.
Kind of.
"There ain't no black magic goin' on here," Reno replied, fondly. "Romeo's still every bit the shit-disturber he ever was. He's just better at doin' it so people don't notice, yo."
Romeo
Romeo laughed. "Aye," he confirmed. "My love is a spy. It takes work to keep her keen eyes from detecting all I do."
Never mind that Dojima was usually instigating.
Mercutio
Mercutio approved of her from that statement alone. A sly grin spread across his face as he looked from Reno to Romeo, then back again.
"A pursuit made merrier in company," he observed. "I trust, Romeo, thy companions do not keep thee wanting for such joy?"
Reno
"If you mean am I bein' an enablin' sack of stupid friggin' ideas," Reno practically purred as he took a seat in the sand, "then I try not to disappoint."
Just look at Mexico!
Just... don't ask to look at the tattoos from Mexico.
Romeo
"The problem," Romeo contributed, "is that I don't see him nearly often enough. Half the time I'm left to fall back on my own devices."
Given he lived in Tokyo, his own devices were ... not that limited.
Mercutio
"But oh," Mercutio countered, eyes alight with mischievous fire, "what revelries you must have on those occasions. Tell me 'tis so, else my faith in you is sorely shaken."
Reno
"Damn friggin' straight, we revel," Reno laughed, putting his hands behind his head again and flopping backwards into the sand to grin up at the sky. "In fact, I was just thinkin' to myself, shit, Romeo's in town for the first time in too damn long, and we ain't had no opportunity to revel yet. So we better fix that, yo. Or else I won't be doin' my solemn duty as professional shit-disturber and pain in the ass friend."
Romeo
"We can start by going back to your apartment, and seeing if any bottles of whiskey have committed the foul crime of existing there and so must be executed," Romeo suggested slyly as he rose to his feet. "And then we might move on for some true entertainment."
Mercutio
"A spectacle, indeed!" Mercutio let out a raucous laugh and reached out to cuff Romeo on the back of the neck; what of Reno's words he had been unable to decipher, he guessed at decently enough from Romeo's response. "Bacchus's wildest orgy would pale by comparison, with such a sanguine start to the proceedings. Gentlemen! Shall we to the chopping-block hence?"
Reno
"Hence," Reno crowed, on his feet entirely too quickly and waving a hand in the air in the general direction of his apartment. "And when we get there, we can pick our-" a rare moment of forethought kept him from saying 'poison,' "-vices, an' paint the friggin' town red!"
Also, he'd heard the word 'orgy.' Not that he figured Rikku would approve, but it kind of hinted that today was going to be kickass, regardless of whether or not they kept their pants on.
Mercutio could translate Reno's slum-babble however he wanted, Reno much preferred his own method.
[OOC: NFI. Preplayed with the amazing raspberryturk and brat_intraining.]
He'd called Reno, of course. It only felt right for Reno and Mercutio to meet, even if he was going to have to translate every other sentence they exchanged. He assumed it would turn into jokes at his expense sooner or later; he was just grateful they'd have the chance.
Mercutio
It felt more than right, the sound of the waves and the way the sand gave way beneath his feet, and were it not for the lack of his Rapier at his side Mercutio might be tempted to wade out into the waves to shoot at fish.
"Pray tell me, gentle Romeo, an it please you -- for well I know the darkness of thy frequent humors -- this companion of thine serves well as the physician's lancet in my stead?"
Romeo
"My lancet, Mercutio?" Romeo asked, happily lost as he gazed at his friend with the old affection in his eyes. "I do not mark you. An none could e'er replace you, yet well he does at bringing me some cheer."
mercutio
"Aye, lancet, one to prick sharply ere thou in some sickly turn of mind dost feel it." But at that Mercutio paused abruptly, his boisterous good cheer fading into silence as he turned to study Romeo with an intent gaze.
"What's this?" he asked with a bark of laughter. "I thought perhaps t'was merely a trick, some lingering haze of the wild fairy revelry that summoned me hence, but nay, 'tis truth."
He leaped up onto a nearby rock and struck a dramatic -- as if he were capable of less -- pose, arms flung up in the air. "Soft, the final trumpet sounds, the earth trembles! By th'archangel Gabriel's flaming sword, has our Romeo an even hand on the keel at last?"
Romeo
"The dead walk the earth, my man," Romeo pointed out with a barking laugh, gesturing to indicate Mercutio. "Thy own good self included. It is the end. Who are we to say Romeo might not have learned to keep reason in his head and a civil hand on his sword?"
He'd been 16, the last Mercutio saw him. Now he was past 19, and felt much older. The years flew.
Mercutio
And the years signified little to the dead -- weighed little upon them too, were Mercutio's appearance to be any indication.
"Marry, a hit," he conceded in good humor, sketching a bow with a flourish as he leapt off his perch, seemingly intent on tackling Romeo into the sand. "Thou wear'st time's passage well; no longer can I say, in faith, that sooner would swine take up fasting than Romeo learn moderation."
Reno
"What're we sayin' about moderation? I ain't seein' much here, yo."
Reno's hands were cupped behind his head as he sauntered onto the beach, a little grin toying at the corners of his mouth as he took in the scene in front of him.
"Romeo, man, if I knew you were callin' me to meet that kinda friend, I would'a dressed up better."
This, from the guy who lived in a business suit, yes. At least it was an adequately sloppy business suit.
Romeo
"You look at least as good as this rake," said Romeo, who was about to explode from sheer joy, as he jerked his thumb at Mercutio.
"Mercutio, Reno, Reno, Mercutio. Mercutio slurs me and claims I've become sober since he saw me last; Reno can testify it is not entirely so."
Mercutio
"It would be comforting to hear, in truth," Mercutio admitted, laughing, "else I might suspect some fell sorcery at work."
Reno
It took Reno a moment to parse that, but he was used to hearing Romeo's own flowery speech from time to time, and he'd had a bit of experience with Verona at large by now. Short and sweet, he could comprehend.
Kind of.
"There ain't no black magic goin' on here," Reno replied, fondly. "Romeo's still every bit the shit-disturber he ever was. He's just better at doin' it so people don't notice, yo."
Romeo
Romeo laughed. "Aye," he confirmed. "My love is a spy. It takes work to keep her keen eyes from detecting all I do."
Never mind that Dojima was usually instigating.
Mercutio
Mercutio approved of her from that statement alone. A sly grin spread across his face as he looked from Reno to Romeo, then back again.
"A pursuit made merrier in company," he observed. "I trust, Romeo, thy companions do not keep thee wanting for such joy?"
Reno
"If you mean am I bein' an enablin' sack of stupid friggin' ideas," Reno practically purred as he took a seat in the sand, "then I try not to disappoint."
Just look at Mexico!
Just... don't ask to look at the tattoos from Mexico.
Romeo
"The problem," Romeo contributed, "is that I don't see him nearly often enough. Half the time I'm left to fall back on my own devices."
Given he lived in Tokyo, his own devices were ... not that limited.
Mercutio
"But oh," Mercutio countered, eyes alight with mischievous fire, "what revelries you must have on those occasions. Tell me 'tis so, else my faith in you is sorely shaken."
Reno
"Damn friggin' straight, we revel," Reno laughed, putting his hands behind his head again and flopping backwards into the sand to grin up at the sky. "In fact, I was just thinkin' to myself, shit, Romeo's in town for the first time in too damn long, and we ain't had no opportunity to revel yet. So we better fix that, yo. Or else I won't be doin' my solemn duty as professional shit-disturber and pain in the ass friend."
Romeo
"We can start by going back to your apartment, and seeing if any bottles of whiskey have committed the foul crime of existing there and so must be executed," Romeo suggested slyly as he rose to his feet. "And then we might move on for some true entertainment."
Mercutio
"A spectacle, indeed!" Mercutio let out a raucous laugh and reached out to cuff Romeo on the back of the neck; what of Reno's words he had been unable to decipher, he guessed at decently enough from Romeo's response. "Bacchus's wildest orgy would pale by comparison, with such a sanguine start to the proceedings. Gentlemen! Shall we to the chopping-block hence?"
Reno
"Hence," Reno crowed, on his feet entirely too quickly and waving a hand in the air in the general direction of his apartment. "And when we get there, we can pick our-" a rare moment of forethought kept him from saying 'poison,' "-vices, an' paint the friggin' town red!"
Also, he'd heard the word 'orgy.' Not that he figured Rikku would approve, but it kind of hinted that today was going to be kickass, regardless of whether or not they kept their pants on.
Mercutio could translate Reno's slum-babble however he wanted, Reno much preferred his own method.
[OOC: NFI. Preplayed with the amazing raspberryturk and brat_intraining.]