Dojima-Montague Apartment, Wednesday Afternoon
So Romeo had a cold.
Which would not have been so bad, except Romeo felt as if he'd had a cold since, roughly, coming back from Verona after the New Year. It would ebb and flow, symptoms going like the tides before coming back -- again like the tides.
He'd taken to spending a lot of time in the bathtub. The hot water and steam seemed to help the cough more than anything else; it was also the warmest place in the apartment.
And, Romeo being Romeo, he generally had a pad of paper at his side during these lingering baths. Today, he was scrawling out a sonnet to cough syrup as he lolled in the tub.
[OOC: For the girl/calls/texts/etc.]
Which would not have been so bad, except Romeo felt as if he'd had a cold since, roughly, coming back from Verona after the New Year. It would ebb and flow, symptoms going like the tides before coming back -- again like the tides.
He'd taken to spending a lot of time in the bathtub. The hot water and steam seemed to help the cough more than anything else; it was also the warmest place in the apartment.
And, Romeo being Romeo, he generally had a pad of paper at his side during these lingering baths. Today, he was scrawling out a sonnet to cough syrup as he lolled in the tub.
[OOC: For the girl/calls/texts/etc.]