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[singlesoledjest]

Mercutio is watching breakdancers with fascination, sprawling on the steps of the statue in Krakow's central square. He approves of this kind of dancing, fast and athletic and fun

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[_to_the_bone]

Twilight, and Jack, quiet and tearstained, slides arms around Mercutio from behind and holds on for dear life.

[singlesoledjest]

Mercutio doesn't jump, and he can't see the tearstains yet, so he rests a hand on Jack's, stroking slow circles with his thumb.

"God gi' good e'en. Dost think I could do that?"

He gestures at a breakdancer.

[_to_the_bone]

"Um," he says, and shrugs and holds tighter.

"Maybe?"

[singlesoledjest]

He tilts his head back against Jack's shoulder.

"I shall experiment. How was the Bar?"