Pixie Dust, Monday, 2/9

[withoutverona]

Romeo had spent the weekend looking like his 14-year-old self and making sandwiches, and, after more than a year in Fandom, he regarded that as more or less par for the course. So it was with no great sense of embarrassment that brushed himself off and went to town to open the shop.

He did, however, rather viciously pitch any flannel and baseball caps lurking around into the bin of things to be burned. After a weekend in both, he was more aware than ever that the '90s were over.

Pixie Dust was open.

[OOC: Open shop, OCD-free]

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[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Tell me you're normal!" a voice called out as Yurika breezed into the store. "Or, as normal as a Romeo can be!"

[withoutverona]

"As normal as I ever am," Romeo answered as he came out from behind the counter. "Where were you, this weekend? I missed you."

Well, he would have if he'd known who she was, but the thought was nice.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"I was right in plain sight," Yurika answered impishly, reaching out to tap his nose. "You're cute, when you're all little. Your school pictures don't do you justice!"

[withoutverona]

Romeo's cheeks pinkened at the nose-tap. "Thank you, my love," he said, first, because he would always take a compliment. "I'm sorry I missed you; I'm sure Luke would have tried to tell you a joke."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"He tried to feed me, actually," she said, slipping her arms around his waist with a smile. "Small, dark hair, big blue eyes, cuter than a kitten and so sweet I think I have diabetes? Ring a bell?"

[withoutverona]

It took Romeo a minute and his eyes went wide. "You were even cuter than I was, then. And so concerned about your cat and your friend."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"She got upset with herself for talking back to a bully in the coffee shop," Yurika replied. "If I'm ever that polite and concerned with propriety ever again? Shake me. Please."

[withoutverona]

"Until your teeth rattle," Romeo promised. "You aren't exactly the passive sort."

That made him think about Luke, about how cheerful he'd been despite a rough lot in life. He could learn something from that, he suspected.

He locked up the cash register. "Should we go to dinner now?"

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"To dinner," she agreed, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I think you promised me a date, Montague, and I intend to collect!"