The Salle, Monday Morning
Monday, November 2nd, 2009 09:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Arthur had a bit of a hangover. If pressed, he would blame Merlin. However, he wasn't intending to be pressed.
Or to avoid the salle. Even if he and Merlin were a little on the late side today. Honestly, if his head wasn't ringing, he might have contemplated sparring the guy for once. But no.
And so, with a head that clanged like someone had bashed it in with a gong, he settled into his drills, forcing himself not to get sloppy. A rabbit. Seriously. A rabbit.
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Or to avoid the salle. Even if he and Merlin were a little on the late side today. Honestly, if his head wasn't ringing, he might have contemplated sparring the guy for once. But no.
And so, with a head that clanged like someone had bashed it in with a gong, he settled into his drills, forcing himself not to get sloppy. A rabbit. Seriously. A rabbit.
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