[he raises his eyebrows, and then glances down at the page.
this is in his jersey brogue, rather than shakespeare. but it's read correctly.]
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d, Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate; For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
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[it's fine, he definitely is looking for the closest book-- even if he has to read, you know. a recipe book again.]
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[Hope you like learning about pasta bakes]
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Maybe. But better that kind of stupid than the evil kind of stupid.
[look he's just gonna keep combing his hands through Nero's hair]
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You're nnot evil. I have faith in you...
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Hm.
[he doesn't have a good answer to that, so he just doesn't answer it.]
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with his inside-out PJs]
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He wakes up hours later, around 6 am - and just groans, with the world's driest mouth]
why... did i do that...
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[he nudges him towards the refilled water bottle.]
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you're still here...
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Drink.
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which one y'reading...?
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[he glances back at him, and frowns. drink all of it, asshole.]
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[LOOKS UP WITH BIG HOPEFUL EYES... with the promise that he'd drink the rest of the water if he did]
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this is in his jersey brogue, rather than shakespeare. but it's read correctly.]
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Now, fucking drink.
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As promised, Nero drinks the rest of his water - and when done, remarks,]
you're real good at that
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You're just hungover.
[he closes the book and sets it aside, starting to stretch.]
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[Probably... he should let Jason go, since. He kinda hogged him all night. So Nero doesn't try to keep clinging to him, as much as he'd like to.]
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[when he's let go, he scooches forward, towards the edge of the bed.]
You're gonna wanna take care of all the stuff I skipped last night.
Maybe eat a lot of greasy shit-- I always find that helps.
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you always eat greasy shit.
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[he stands up, grabbing his books.]
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jason?
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