open: the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow boy's butt shaft

[bymyheelies]

For those that care to spend time with Mercutio; they may note that today he is conspicuously hard to find. He is still reeling from the recent news of Romeo's fate at the end of their story, and not entirely sure how to proceed with it. Ideally, at home, he would find some way to take his mind off of pressing matters: spend time with his friends (friend, now, singular) or find someone entertaining to harass about the town and make merry. If he was in a particularly snappish mood he would invariably end up picking a fight with Capulets, one in particular.

That is not the case today. Someone attuned to the general sounds of the mansion might hear a steady sort of thunking noise coming from an out-of-the-way bar. It is there that Mercutio can be found, various bottles of alcohol open at his side. He has clearly been there some time by the looks of it, and is currently engrossed in throwing a small selection of daggers at the wall. Despite his intoxication, he is doing a reasonably good job at it; but judging from the stormy look on his face, he does not entirely wish to be bothered.

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[bymyheelies]

"I..." He sighs, and sets his bottle to the side with a nod. "...Yes. Please."

[tallyyoungblood]

Tally hugs him. He's shorter than even Gideon, so his hair tickles her chin. Up close, he smells kind of good, if she discounts all the alcohol.

[bymyheelies]

“Thank you,” he says to her shoulder, quiet and unwilling to admit he’s clinging a little. He still wants to do something; to go fight someone or annoy someone or just —work his emotions out, but the ache has subsided a little.

[tallyyoungblood]

Tally lets him cling, happy that she's able to be a good friend. When he draws back, she gives him a smile, trying to make sure it doesn't look pitying. She feels bad for him, obviously, but she doesn't think it makes him any less crim.

"Death is utterly bogus," she says. "I'm really not used to it, personally. I only really know, like, three people who have died." She thinks of The Boss, killed by Specials when the Smoke was destroyed, and Az, killed in captivity. Shen Yuan was also killed in captivity, she guesses.

[bymyheelies]

"Four," he mumbles, with a slight gesture to himself. "If we are counting my arrival here." He's still uncertain how he feels about all that, come to think of it. It had not been entirely unexpected, and perhaps he had been taunting fate -- but he does regret it, a little. If only because he misses his family and friends.

[tallyyoungblood]

"Gideon died to get here, too, so I'm not, like, counting that," Tally says. "I mean, of course it has to be totally upsetting to die, but you're obviously still alive in some way, you know? Wait. Do you think I'm dead, and I don't know?" Tally frowns, looking down at herself. "I just went to bed at home and then woke up outside here. I totally doubt Komachi Mansion would have let someone, like, kill me, though."

[bymyheelies]

"No, there are plenty that have not died here. If all you remember is going to bed, it is likely you are still alive, I would guess." He shifts his shoulders and picks up a knife to twirl in his fingers.

[tallyyoungblood]

"Right. I mean, I kind of think you're alive again, also. You felt alive enough."

[bymyheelies]

"Oh, I think I am here, as well. But not so if I were to go home."

[tallyyoungblood]

"Well. Good thing you're trapped, then."

[bymyheelies]

He manages a very slight smile. "Ay, lady."

[tallyyoungblood]

"I kind of like when you call me that. It makes me feel fancy."

[bymyheelies]

“Thou’rt quite fine indeed, I think, with thy tattoo and all.” He’s not exactly flirting; but he does appreciate it.

[tallyyoungblood]

Tally laughs. "I got it to be rebellious," she says. "It represents a scar I had to get erased. So, not very fine of me."

[bymyheelies]

He shrugs. “Fine enough, lady. I hath scars.” Certainly he does, a few of them at least.

[tallyyoungblood]

"Any particularly bubbly ones?" she asks. "I wanna see."

[bymyheelies]

He considers this a moment and shrugs again, unbuttoning his shirt to show her the scar from his duel with Tybalt. It is not so deep as a grave, but it —is certainly deep, though cleanly healed. “Will that suffice?”

[tallyyoungblood]

Tally's cheeks turn pink. "Um, yeah." She gets a little closer to peer at it, but doesn't touch it. "Crim," she says approvingly. "Very bubbly."

[bymyheelies]

He nods and buttons his shirt up most of the way up. “The others are —ah, on my arms and face. Nothing so interesting.”

[tallyyoungblood]

"They still show you have a good story to tell," Tally says, thinking about David telling her the same thing about her scraped-up cheeks from hoverboarding through trees. "That's what's important."

[bymyheelies]

He looks briefly amused. "Ay, perhaps Bacchus might tell me the rest of it one day." He doesn't really want him to; he thinks he's heard enough for now.

[tallyyoungblood]

"I'd rather hear people's stories straight from them, not from some other person in another world retelling them," Tally says. "So maybe sometime you can tell me some stories about your life."

[bymyheelies]

"Ay, mayhap." But not today. He's not in the best of moods, understandably.

[tallyyoungblood]

"Well, um, okay." Tally straightens up. "I'm glad we could talk a little bit."

[bymyheelies]

"Ay." He summons up a small smile for her. "Thank you, my lady."