Salle, Monday Morning
Monday, September 7th, 2009 07:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It felt like far too long since a good Monday morning practice (despite the fact that it would bring a chittering if eager student to his door) had actually occurred, and no matter what the veracity of that feeling, Arthur was going to enjoy this one.
By going into a series of drills that would have mutilated the dummy he was working on if he'd actually been in the mood for that kind of thing. He wasn't. He was just going to wind up shaking it a lot, smacking it, giving it a good kick, aaand move on to another one since this one had fallen.
God help them all, Arthur was enjoying himself. Merlin and that armor best be doing the same over there.
...Arthur had funny ideas about what 'enjoying' involved, some days.
[[ open salle is open! ]]
By going into a series of drills that would have mutilated the dummy he was working on if he'd actually been in the mood for that kind of thing. He wasn't. He was just going to wind up shaking it a lot, smacking it, giving it a good kick, aaand move on to another one since this one had fallen.
God help them all, Arthur was enjoying himself. Merlin and that armor best be doing the same over there.
...Arthur had funny ideas about what 'enjoying' involved, some days.
[[ open salle is open! ]]