closed: let them measure us by what they will

[bymyheelies]

Mercutio has always been fond of fashion. Specifically -- sparkly, colorful things, things his father would call gaudy or womanish. It is no wonder that arriving here was like a revelation, free to wear what he pleased and feel no judgment for it, whether it be a sparkly floor-length gown with fishnets and combat boots or a ratty Iron Maiden t-shirt and jeans. It is time, he has decided, that Benvolio gets to discover all this as well. Will he give Benvolio a choice in this? It is quite unlikely.

Therefore, it should be no surprise¹ to Benvolio that Mercutio appears at his door one morning, looking intent and not at all like he's mildly singed any eyebrows recently or anything like that. "Ho, art thou up?"

¹ Doubtful. Mercutio is always surprisingly chaotic, that's one of his charms.

Comments

[bymyheelies]

"Mm." He nods, settling more properly onto Benvolio's lap -- without asking, of course, why would he? "Shouldst meet Laertes," he offers. "He is husband to Sagramore, and a very good fighter."

[keep_the_peace]

"Oh ay I have not met him yet. I did meet Sagramore's dog though."

[bymyheelies]

He grins. "Szarka is a very good dog," he replies, thankful they've changed the subject from earlier.

[keep_the_peace]

"Ay, very sweet and well-mannered. Quite unlike present company."

[bymyheelies]

"Ay, I am a pup that likes to bite." He snaps his teeth at Benvolio, grinning still.

[keep_the_peace]

A number of thoughts pop into Benvolio's head, none of them anything he should be thinking about his friend who is mourning the loss of someone he loves.

But damn. Ugh. Mercutio really doesn't make this easy, does he?

"Shalt be my guard dog," he manages to get out, lamely. It's the only thing he can think of to say that isn't wildly inappropriate.

[bymyheelies]

“O, ay, protecting thee from all the menaces of this world.” He would be quite a small guard dog, he thinks; but thinking about that is easier than considering biting Benvolio in a non-playful manner.

[keep_the_peace]

"And what menaces would those be?" he asks, laughing a little. "Too much light?"

[bymyheelies]

"I do not know," he says cheerfully. "I have been told there were some undead, upon a time; but I have ne'er seen anything dangerous. Aside from mayhap Drosera."