Desperate Fans

It has been a little while since Benvolio and Mercutio had that whole... conversation in the hot spring, and while they haven't been avoiding each other since then, they certainly haven't had the second half of that chat yet.

Benvolio doesn't even know why he's nervous about it -- the most important part has already been said, surely? Not to mention the fact that the other snag in the situation is kind of solved by, you know, Tybalt not being here. Mercutio said he has known he loved Benvolio for years, but didn't know anything like that regarding Tybalt until he was here, but Tybalt isn't here anymore, and Benvolio is.

That should make everything easy, right?

Ugh.

Seriously, all these magicians and gods and everything, yet nobody has offered to turn Benvolio into a rock yet? Incredibly rude. Rocks don't have to deal with this kind of thing.

Regardless, it has been more or less business as usual lately. The weird season issue has made finding activities to occupy his time with a little more difficult, but not that much harder to be honest.

Today, for example, the pair of them have a box Benvolio found not too long after he first arrived, full of strange little... sticky hands on sticky tethers. They feel almost like the same material his Silly Bandz are made from, only, you know... sticky. They have set up in a random parlor with the box and are throwing the hands, one by one, against the far wall to see how many of them can stick there.