The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

It was morning, Arthur was well-rested, and that meant it was time to get back to work after four days of relative slacking. (What was slacking for Arthur seemed to involve a great deal of physical exercise anyway, but that's because he got bored if left to his own devices, and no one wanted him to start taking chunks out of the Wayne Manor walls with a breadknife)

He was wearing his chainmail this time, just the shirt, for added weight. Might as well make it a good one, work up some sweat...

His sword flashed through the air, and his mouth crooked in frustration as he tried to get the new pattern down.

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Fourth floor common room [Monday evening]

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela was sitting with a cup of tea resting in front of her. Which wasn't unusual at all. What was unusual was that she was staring somewhat pensively off into nowhere. She was distracted enough that she hadn't really noticed that her tea had gone cold.

And, somehow, she was distracted enough not to really notice that the TV was on and playing one of those truly awful science fiction movies about one improbably giant animal fighting some other improbably giant animal. If she'd been paying any attention at all, Triela probably would have turned the thing off in disgust when it became clear that this particular film involved a giant killer sea turtle and some sort of mutated jellyfish.

There was no way she'd object to someone changing the channel, and it was entirely questionab le as to whether she'd even notice, but if someone were in the mood for some lukewarm tea, well... she had a pot of it.