second to last capulet

"i am not in the mood for this. i want you to apologise to montague.”

"riiiiiiiiight. not happening."

“get out of my office.”

he doesn’t have much to say—he’s not in the mood to start fights, and he’s not in the mood to act out. paris isn’t typically very violent anyway, but he’s also not one to take people’s shit. today, apparently, is different.

“i’ll contact the authorities if you don’t.”

antonio only complies because he'd rather not get the cops on his ass. again. they'd probably figure out that he'd escaped them before when it came to his baby (the motorbike). he holds his hands up in surrender.

"no need to get the police, i'm leaving."

"that doesn’t make me a youth, you uncultured fuck.”

"you are the youngest out of all of us, julian, that makes you a youth."

"montague has a boyfrie— johnny? he sounds like a youth.”

"he is a youth. but it's not like you can talk, you're younger than me, hoolian."

he just takes the hat off because he’s not saying any more about it. “who’d you piss off?”

"paris's boyfriend, johnny." he's starting to smirk again, someone stop him.

supernaturadical

yeah — he’s gonna punch him. he wastes no time — he sees that smug look on a face that’s disgustingly like his own and he sends his clenched fist right into it. he just wants to knock that smirk off and maybe show that he’s not to be messed with.

is he bleeding? probably. his nose hurts like hell now, though. but johnny, thank you. you've done everyone a service. "i deserved that." translation: i see your point.

#supernaturadical

"Got punched."

#itsbloodypoetic #yes antonio the hat is the most important thing here

he squints his eyes. "why are you wearing a hat."

the montague/capulet hate is back in place, everything is right in the world.

#ooc

"so you'll never guess what i did today."

#whoops #itsbloodypoetic

he only raises his eyebrows at that instead of responding properly, then sighs—paris isn’t quite himself today, as indicated by his less-than-immaculate appearance. and when he turns to look the other in the eyes—well, something isn’t quite right.

“you’re a piece of shit,” he grumbles as it dawns upon him. no wonder he’s been skeptical this whole time—johnny would have immediately clued into something being wrong, but antonio couldn’t care less. “what are you fucking doing here, capulet?”

there he goes. not even five minutes into the trick and he's found out. he has to give paris credit, though, for figuring out the ruse so quickly. he smirks, fully pleased with himself. antonio, you are hereby banned from trying to be johnny ever again.

"what's wrong, montague?" antonio is just being a little shit, now. "you look like shit - more than usual."

supernaturadical

'do you think this is a joke, capulet? you're an asshole. that wasn't okay. you can't fuck with paris and my relationship with paris like that and not expect me to be pissed off with you.' he's trying to be calm, but it's proving difficult.

"it's pretty fucking funny to me, yeah." seriously, johnny, you can punch him. you have free reign to punch him. he holds his hands up in innocence, a smirk spread across his features. "if i'm an asshole, then that means i'm the shit, too."

#supernaturadical

“death? slow? bit of an odd thing to say.”

but, presently unsuspecting, he shrugs and grabs his coffee from the table. honestly, there’s not a lot for him to do today either, but being a mortician and being the ferryman of the underworld are two totally different things.

"you say that like our jobs aren't odd."

do you see what i mean, chloe? antonio is seriously messing up this little trick by not portraying johnny properly. even still, now's when antonio realised he only knows the basics of human anatomy, and it's not nearly enough to get by at johnny without knowing how to at least embalm them.

supernaturadical

'what the hell are you doing? stay away from him.’

#supernaturadical #if johnny wants to punch antonio i would not be opposed

"relax, i'm not gonna do it again. you can go curl up with the montague now, though."

"your boyfriend can't tell us apart like this."

#supernaturadical #@johnny

grimisms-blog

"Oh, right, sure, you’re one of those assholes that thinks they’re so great because they’ve decided to hate one of the greatest writings of all time, just because it’s one of the greatest writings of all time.”

"I don't think you realise, kid, I inspired Shakespeare. I have a right to hate Romeo and Juliet. The only thing he got right about my family is that we hate the Montagues."

#grimisms

lucky for antonio (and not so lucky for paris), johnny just happens to be in the underworld today, and paris is by himself—he’s surprised to see the identical figure, and he raises his eyebrows slowly.

“i thought you were working the other job today.”

antonio knows he's about to fuck this up so badly. he's gonna do it anyways, hoping he can pull it off well enough that paris doesn't realise until later.

"business was slow."