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Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon
He'd dragged Merlin off to hunt early that morning. Even if the boy had absolutely no instincts or abilities that were helpful in any way, Arthur did need someone to carry what he killed. Because of his arm, he hadn't been able to do it the thrilling way, crossbows and all, but traps still worked just as well.
To shorten the tale, he was now seated in the common room. He'd granted the fireplace a passing glance that was rife with relief at the familiarity and seated himself.
He was roasting rabbit meat over the fire. Arthur was perfectly capable of taking care of himself when he didn't feel like having the servants deal with it. Or he was out in the wild. Or any other circumstance of its ilk. He'd be hard-pressed to survive if he didn't.
Roughing it held an odd twinge of relief, divorced from the local madness, and joined with his reality at home.
[[ open common room! ]]
To shorten the tale, he was now seated in the common room. He'd granted the fireplace a passing glance that was rife with relief at the familiarity and seated himself.
He was roasting rabbit meat over the fire. Arthur was perfectly capable of taking care of himself when he didn't feel like having the servants deal with it. Or he was out in the wild. Or any other circumstance of its ilk. He'd be hard-pressed to survive if he didn't.
Roughing it held an odd twinge of relief, divorced from the local madness, and joined with his reality at home.
[[ open common room! ]]
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"Certainly," he said.
"And dog lovers. Those're easy."
Because Makejoy made the introductions.
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"No," he said evenly, "I have a puppy, name of Makejoy. She's in my room at the moment asleep, but she's rather adorable. So they flock to her."
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"I'm usually terrible at talking to people."
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"Possibly," he admitted.
"How have you... that is, would you like some of the cloak here?"
He held it up.
"The thing's massive, I promise, and very warm. I've even made a tent of it once, in a rain storm."
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"I... don't know. I'm pretty sure not. It's just Munchkinland wool."
He wondered if she thought he was being inappropriate. He hoped not.
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