#sltmercutiostuff

[mercutiotryingtobehave]

Mercutio nodded vehemently. “Val? Well, he’s about fifteen now.” Did he really need to count his fingers to come to that conclusion? Whatever, he was fairly certain he had it right because he knew how many years he differed from his younger sibling and he knew he always forgot ages and birthdays. He cats Tybalt a sidelong glance - how old was his nemesis by the way?

He shrugged the thought off. “His hormones are working so giving him something slightly sensual will be lots of fun.” Mercutio reasoned with a sly smile. “Also, I’d love to see the look on his face when he opens the package. He’ll be so ashamed. Uncle will be so mad at me. Yes, really looking forward to it.”

He leant back in his chair and took another sip of the wine, then hummed softly. Of course he could ask Tybalt what he’d be doing for Christmas. He could ask him any of those nagging questions he usually carried on his mind whenever he was thinking of the strong and tall Capulet. But somehow something was holding him back and he didn’t. Perhaps he was afraid that if he would talk, the Capulet would grow angry and they’d be in a fight again while he was just enjoying his peace and quiet. His eyes closed on their own accord when the next slosh of wine went down his throat. His Adam’s apple bopping, darn this tasted good. It was slightly warm and the after-taste gave him a nice tingling throughout all of his body.

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“Who knows what happens in this silly head of yours” huffed Tybalt. “Do you suggest that I couldn’t deal with such a nuisance as a denaturant? Never underestimate me, Escalus”

Tybalt didn’t want to appear incapable or worse. Not in front of Mercutio. Not to mention that he wanted to somehow cover his lack of knowledge - what was that he had in this little bottle? He somehow failed to notice. And no, obviously he just didn’t notice, it’s not that he had a vision defect. And surely, not because he preferred to be incapable of reading instead of wearing glasses in public. If only he was not allergic to lenses…

He looked at their joined hands and thought of snatching his own from Mercutio’s grip. But then… never give up, he reminded himself. He smiled and tightened the grip even more.

“Shall we go?” he asked with a grin. “I know the place where they serve the best drinks in whole Verona.” And not waiting for the answer he pulled Mercutio forcing him to follow.

Now this was something new. Usually when Tybalt pushed and pulled him around it was to push him against a wall or to pull him aside so he could hit him with his fist. But this time he was being pulled along just as roughly as usually but for a completely different purpose.

He’d love to deny his cheeks had turned red.

“Susprise me Cat King.” was all that escaped his lips. Could he really not think of anything better to say? Surely he knew the best places in Verona, his uncle’s budget allowed him to know so many spots expensive and not.

When they reached the destinated area he started to look around, feeling slightly uncomfortable in this part of the city. There were mostly Capulet supporters around. 

“I do understand why you go here.”  He muttered. 

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Morning had come all too soon. The moment the birds had chirped had been the moment Mercutio had thrown his phone halfway through the room and against the window. He hated his alarm-clock whenever it would ring - and unfortunately his alarm-clock was part of his phone - and he’d been lucky that nothing had been broken.  After groaning and pushing himself up on his elbows - since when had he developed the habit of sleeping on his tummy with his face buried in the pillow? - he managed to push himself out of the bed with a lot of grumbling.

Such had been his morning and it is therefore no surprise that when he entered the streets of Verona that day he was in quite a groggy mood. When he spotted Tybalt he couldn’t contain himself. Blame the lack of sleep or the early hour at which he had risen but he could not help the words as they spilled freely without his control. “Good King of Cats, up already at this hour? My, no wonder you deserve the title of a King! I should clap my hands, alas, they are filled with more important matter.” He looked down at them. “What? You see nothing in them? I did mean the air, of course.  And now as the air itself I shall be passing.”