Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

With the cold and his so-called 'class' being what they were, Arthur could no longer avoid spending at least some time within the dorms. So he took a broom into the common room, perched it somewhere against a wall nearby, and then cast a questioning eye over the room's contents.

At least a chair was a chair no matter where you went. He took a seat, a great, big, space-claiming seat, and leaned the elbow that wasn't contained by the sling on the arm of the chair. From that position, he took careful stock, including a wary one of the black box that rested in the room.

The locals seemed to have a thing about boxes.

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[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Oh, Turtle could repeat it, alright. She even upped it a little, throwing in a long, arching back stretch, her arms reaching out over her head to the very tips of her fingers, then dropped down with a sigh and another big yawn, concluding in that sleepy lip-smacking thing people did.

Then she settled with a that felt good sort of sigh and grinned over at Arthur, hoping that helped to illustrate the point a little better for his slow self.

[bitchprince]

"Now that," Arthur said, seriously, "Is an excellent portrayal of how utterly dull you are."

Alright, alright, it wasn't seriously in the slightest.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Oh!" Turtle remarked, laughing. "I see what you did there. A reversal. Very skilled maneuver, however did you manage it?"

[bitchprince]

"You might have caught it," he said, "As it came out of my mouth."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Eh." Turtle waved a hand. "That would indicate that I'd actually want to pay attention to you enough for that."

[bitchprince]

"Yes, because taking the time to react to what I just said is an excellent gauge of your disinterest."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"And taking the time to retort is an excellent gauge of yours."

[bitchprince]

Arthur stretched, leaning differently into the chair in which he was seated. He laughed. "No," he said, "I merely enjoy setting people right. Which I believe I've now done."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Oh, of course," Turtle nodded in firm agreement. Really. "You sure showed me what's what, let me tell you."

[bitchprince]

"Then I'm glad we agree," he said, grinning one touch too brightly to be fully believed.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle rolled her eyes, but the full effect of the gesture was spoiled by her own broad smirk. "So you had any classes yet, your Majesty?"

[bitchprince]

"Unfortunately," Arthur replied, thinking of 'Management Theory', "The answer is yes."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle was far too busy fangirling Miss Yzma a bit to have even noticed him there, but she grinned at his tone. "Not a fan so far?"

[bitchprince]

"The instructor is mad, and the subject is ridiculous," Arthur said, his tone rather conversational for his choice in words.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle shrugged a little. "Welcome to Fandom High!" she added, grinning wryly her her hands lifted, shaking in the air in a very muted expression of excitement. Very. "Seriously, that just about narrowed it down to virtually every other class offered here."

[bitchprince]

"Well, in that case," he said, bending his head forwards once more, "I thought the class was absolutely fine. In fact, I think I shall take it about a dozen times again or more."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Now that's the spirit, your Highness!" Turtle laughed a little. "That's the sort of go-get'em attitude we like to see around here."

"Seriously, though. They're almost all insane. You should try to take a class with Mister Petrelli if you can; he's probably my favorite and very not-insane."

[bitchprince]

"I don't plan to find myself here long enough to enroll for any more," he said, dismissively, "But if that very unlikely occurance takes place, I might put my mind to it."

No, he wouldn't. He had this problem about listening to people.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Man," Turtle shook her head, "four days, and already you want out. Too much to handle?"

[bitchprince]

"What, sitting around on an island dealing with madmen, staring at my own boots all day?" he asked, incredulously. "Not in the slightest. I have more important places to be."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"No one said you had to just stare at your boots," Turtle pointed out. "You make of it what you will."

[bitchprince]

"There is nothing here that would be a help in any way," he said, "Nothing."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Oh, well!" Turtle scoffed. "Not with that attitude, Mister!"