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[thanitohercules]

*It's raining-- it's pouring, in fact, and that is why Hamlet is outside once again, lying on his back in the grass. he's soaked through, but he doesn't seem to notice or care. his eyes are closed to the steady stream of water from the sky, but every once in a while, one might catch a smile on his lips*

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[truant_horatio]

*it's raining, and that's enough reason for Horatio to be looking around anxiously when he can't find Hamlet indoors--finally, and almost worked into a panic, he finds him outside, and rests a hand on his chest as he kneels beside his Prince* My Lord...! *there's a stifled urgency to it*

[thanitohercules]

*Hamlet, caught in a smile, will open his eyes and look up at Horatio, will shake his head and cast water droplets from his hair onto the soaked grass* Is't not marvelous? *puts his hand over Horatio's, but that's the extent of his movement*

[truant_horatio]

My Lord, how do you? *brushes his hand over Hamlet's wet hair--the smile hasn't really penetrated*

[thanitohercules]

*sighs a little and his eyelids flutter, but he doesn't close them again-- he continues looking at Horatio* What wonders; what wonders from the heavens. To think to me they do seem so little.

[thanitohercules]

*yes, let's*