It's a love story

As a bit of an apology for going through with three-minute dates the day before, Romeo had prepared a vat of fruit salad for the rabbit who had once been and would hopefully one day again be his girlfriend, and she happily munched it as he flicked on his laptop to check his email.

Most of it was of little enough interest, but there was one ( message from his father )

Romeo reread it a few times, considering his options and wondering if a rabbit might be welcome, before typing out a reply to the effect that he would come on Wednesday were it at all possible. He had no great love for Montague Holdings, but he knew he was being offered more than a job. He was being offered forgiveness.

[OOC: Establishy, but feel free to bother him if you don't mind SP.]

Romeo spent the hours around lunch fighting with the washing machines. Rather proud of himself for only turning half the whites gray -- and for having the patience to keep from tugging the sodden clothes out of the dryer too early -- he carried the laundry bag of clean clothes up to his room, dumped it at the foot of his bed, and called it good before turning on his laptop.

( And then he wrote an email home (that, not so coincidentally, looked much like a linkdrop) )

The door was open.

[OOC: Oooooopen.]