fandomhighdorms | 5th Floor Common Room, Sunday Night

He'd decided to walk down from the roof, which is why he was near the fifth floor at all. As he was walking, though, he saw the television in the room on...

Teddy had shown him the television, had even sat with him during a show (he hadn't much understood the point of it since a book was much better and told you more about things), but he'd never seen something with that kind of--

"What is he doing?"

"A handstand," Romeo said briefly, before switching his attention from the TV to the other boy. "He is an officer of the law, and he is trying to arrest those in that car, but as they are in a car and he is on foot, the chase is the challenge." He gave Liir an apologetic smile, aware even his explanation probably didn't help much.

""Tis all rather silly, but relaxing to me."

"I suppose..."

Though he didn't see how something with that much to follow, so much quick action, could ever be 'relaxing'.

"Teddy showed me the ticktock," he admitted, "but I prefer a book. It is interesting, though."

Dōjima was either coming or going from nowhere in-particular when she saw the television on.

Oh! And her egg-baby-daddy!

"Dou Genki, Romeo-pappa," she teased. "Congratulations, we have a nanny ~~through the wonders of slowplay that's still ongoing, omg~~! My onee-san said she'd do it for us."

"Ticktock?" Romeo repeated, with a raised brow. It sounded like something he would say, a bit, save the fact he had no idea what it meant. "I would normally opt for a book as well, but I felt like seeing others, and books are so solitary." Not that he was defensive, or anything.

Romeo missed a few key words in there, but he got the gist. "Good e'en, Dojima," he answered, pleased. "It is good to know you have settled the matter. I meant not to be a negligent father, burdening you with the fruit of our shared nonexistent sin."

Edited 2008-01-28 02:17 (UTC)

"If you're a negligent father, then I'm a negligent mommy, and the baby is better off with the nanny," she said happily. "Now he has a chance at a normal life, and not one where where our, um, 'shared nonexistent sin' can traumatize him. And? Less chance of me turning him into breakfast."

"Oh, and she wanted to know his name, so we named him Felix. Surprise! It's a boy!"

"A machine," he clarified. "Most of the machines where I'm from are clockwork. Simple."

He looked at Romeo for a moment before settling on the couch.

"If you don't mind," he said, looking questioningly at the other boy.

The name drew a smile from Romeo. "Happiness," he said. "A good name, even if I had no say in it. And aye, no doubt he is better off without me. But what is the nurse's name? I ought at least visit our son."

Romeo nodded, tasting the expression tick-tock in his mouth and finding it useful. "I should like the company," he said. "Especially as when we met, I was rather not myself."

"Oh?"

He looked a little surprised. Mostly because he hadn't been acting particularly odd. Other than the, er,--

"Is that why you almost cried?"

"I did not almost --" Romeo began to lie, then cut himself off. "Aye. All seemed so, so sad, and I was deeply affected by it." Which, granted, was unusual only in that he normally kept his sensibility hidden until he knew people better.

"I take it you were spared that misery."

"Not without us, just controlled visitation. This way? He only sees us at our best, and not when we have bed-hair or have been up all night." Dōjima clearly felt this was very important. "He's staying in room 206, with Naminé. Oh! We were discussing making him a hard-boiled baby. For his own safety, of course. What do you think?"

"I wasn't any more or less upset than usual," he said with a shrug. Everyone had seemed a little emotional, but it wasn't like turning into a singing dancing flamboyant Australian.

Or anything.

"I think he might be safer if he were boiled," Romeo concurred. "It will be a bit uncomfortable for him, of course, but it is only to keep him safe."

He made a mental note to stop by 206 sometime. Or maybe he could ask Naminé to bring the child to the shop tomorrow. It was important, after all, for boys to see their fathers at work.

Even if they were only eggs.

"Then thou were lucky," Romeo told him. "Though at least almost crying is better than the thieving I did last weekend. This is the first normal weekend I have had since coming here."

"Thieving can happen," he said with his chin lifted just a bit. After all, food doesn't fall from the sky when you're living on the streets. "But at least you weren't singing. Or dancing. Or filling all of your notebooks with song lyrics."

...he was still annoyed about the notebooks.

Romeo didn't so much agree thieving just happened, but, then, he had never exactly had to struggle to feed himself. Either way, Liir's chin-just suggested this was a sore subject. "I should not like to have sung or danced," he said instead. "The writing, I shall not sit in judgment of, as I have that habit."

He shrugged off the past. "So have you had a pleasant weekend this time, at least?"

He nodded.

Then his eyes glazed for half a moment, going soft as a smile curled on his lips.

Then he nodded again.

"It was a very very good weekend. You?"

"Quiet," Romeo answered, then, blushing, added, "Save the kiss, but we decided that did not happen. It looks like yours was good indeed."

"Oh?" he questioned, curious. "You kissed someone as well? I saw a few people kissing in the common room. I got kissed in the common room."

There was a pause.

"Yours was unpleasant?"

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"It's just some tough-love for his own safety. At least, that's what Daddy always told me whenever he grounded me." Dōjima, on the other hand, had no job, and it would probably be illegal to take a minor to her classes, even if the minor in question was only an egg. She was perfectly happy leaving little Felix with Naminé until Friday.

"Were you grounded often?" Romeo asked, more curious than anything. "My parents were not much for discipline of that sort."

"Not unpleasant, more unexpected," Romeo said, groping for words. "I do not usually kiss boys, and it was abrupt."

"Who did you kiss?"

"Staying out late? Grounded. Kissing boys? Grounded. Going to Cuba for vacation and not telling anyone? Grounded. Kicked out of another stupid boarding school? Grounded. Have a bit too much fun for New Year's Eve? Exile to America." Dōjima shook her head. "Daddy has no sense of perspective."

Romeo wrinkled his nose, and dragged out an expression that probably would not have occurred to him some weeks before, as it was the only accurate one. "That sucks," he said. "I think it is easier to be born male, at least if one has my parents." Or Juliet's, he thought. "But is America really so bad?"

"I was kissed by a boy named Zack," he said with a faint smile.

"It was the first one I'd ever had, though according to him, I wasn't an abysmal failure at it."

"Your first kiss?" Romeo asked, trying not to make an awwww face. He had crossed that particular hurdle before his first communion. "'Tis good it was a sweet one. It is not that hard to do well, kissing."

"It would have to be easy," he said with a grin. "And yes, it was my first. First ever, really."

His mother hadn't kissed him, he'd never had a father, and Nanny had been more of a hugger than anything.

"Zack was very nice about it. None of it was anything I'd want to forget."

"Then remember it, and memory should make it sweeter," Romeo said. "I envy you having such a kiss when old enough to appreciate it. I was quite young for my own."

[OOC: Off to bed, night!]

"I know! What boy gets grounded for kissing, right? Not many of them, that's for sure!" she huffed, crossing her arms. "I can almost guarantee you that none of the boys I kissed got punished for it."

"It's not that America's bad, it's just the proportion of the crime to the sentence," she said. "I mean, yeah, you're all a bunch of heathens who use forks instead of chopsticks, but that's minor in the grand scheme of things. At least Daddy sent me to the island of the pretty people. Which was totally unintentional on his part, I'm sure."

And I envy so many kisses, I could depreciate even one.

"I'll keep that in mind."

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"And you add to the prettiness," Romeo told her. "So at least it was a happy accident."

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