Yeah

yeah

heh. that is a nice colourful flag thou hast got there. but wherefore didst thou send it to me? wonder if it meaneth anything 🤨🤨🤔🤔

do you beat people with pencils sometimes?

yes; but only sometimes

good morrow, fair peoples of verona

last night was... interesting. ever since I spoke of my feelings, benvolio hath been acting awkward. I hate this tension that hath arisen between us, and I'm unsure of what to do about it.

we went on a walk together, and he was shaking all over, like a fish out of water. I offered him my jacket, in case his jitteriness was caused by the cold and humid weather of the night, and not by his unease walking there beside me.

we talked for a while but really said nothing; those pathetic excuses of small talk and jokes were merely mine attempts of keeping benvolio by my side for just a little longer...

I can handle his rejection of my romantic feelings, but I'm afraid I shan't be able to endure the loss of his friendship. I shalt nevertheless try to remain positive, in case I have misunderstood the situation. I mean... he did say that he liketh me, did he not? I'm confused.

what if we told Tybalt your… secrets?

who ART THOU????

thou knowest what? I am not afraid of thee, nor of tybalt. he seemeth to be somewhither hidden in his chamber, anyway, for he hath not been frequenting the streets of verona lately. but if there be duels, I shalt fight them!

greetings! 'tis indeed a bright and cheerful day today 😁 seemeth that the robin's song outside mine window hath somehow turned even more melodic... or is it just me?

anyhow; taking care of our little kitty shan't be difficult; he is a delightful company, as we have raised him to be... which is why I don't believe any of romeo's accusations. he just scares easy, methinks. odd, is it not? for he can be so brave (he did climb up that wall of the capulets' home)... but, perhaps, that is because he thinketh not much of his actions; always in a rush, he is. just like me fr

good morrow, veronians!

although pride month is over, ‘tis still a joyous day for good mercutio, cheese, and i. i think ‘tis the time to switch, and by switch i mean drop off cheese to good mercutio! after all, ‘tis not only i who is parenting the feline.

although, i have heard strange reports of little cheese apparently… terrorizing mine coz? that cheese hisses at and scares romeo. well, on one hand, since he is mine coz, i believed him and apologized for cheese’s actions.

but the thing is, i wast not there when cheese “terrorized” romeo. so… i doth not know who is telling the truth! mine coz’s cries and yelling, or mine cheese’s soft purring and meowing… prithee, help!

oh, but thou art 😌 I am telling thee!

mercutio do you consider yourself pookie?

I had to search that term up, to be honest

sure! I do think I'm pookie, for I like to poke some good, harmless fun at mine friends. but the pookiest one of us all hath got to be dear benny-volio; he is sweet as honey, is he not?