He closed his door as he turned around, lugging the parcel under his arm. In his weakness he'd spent quite a bit of money shopping online, getting a few bits and pieces to his personal kit he'd be needing. He'd sit the box down and open it, sitting on his couch with his coat off and belt harness beside him, attaching the hostlers and sheaths and his items to his person, mostly around the waist. He had even had straps to place things on his calf, which he did to prepare for his day. Mercutio was set for just about anything. It was time to get a move on. Grabbing both of his phones from the coffee table, he stood up and headed to the door, snatching and slipping on his custom black coat and buttoning it all the way to his throat before stepping out of the door.
