fandomhighdorms | Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

After completing his go at Gun Club, Arthur returned to the dorms only to realise he didn't much feel like dealing with Leto yet. He'd come up with a proper revenge later. Right now, he craved a chance to sit somewhere, to fight off the sense that was dawning in the wake of yesterday's upset. He sat, and idly considered the Teevee.

Maybe she's just afraid to lose a friend, Merlin had said, and while Arthur was not going to stretch as far as to call her that aloud, he had to admit that the expression on her face had... seemed...

It was easier, dealing with sorcerers, when all you did was distract Father and find them quick shelter elsewhere. Here, there was little escape from them. No matter what he did, they would remain, and the honest truth was that he bore them very little ill will.

Wasn't his father. He'd seen too much damage caused by it not to be wary, but...

Of course, that made him think of Liir. He wasn't going to let thought of his conduct around him make him cringe.

So he sat. Subdued. Thinking.

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"Mm," Arthur said, "If that is so, then you're off worse than I am." He pushed in for one final personal space intrusion, hovering an inch away from his ear. "See, I'm not actually trying to prove anything to you. Nor do I have any fear about my intellect. In fact, I think I've wasted quite enough time on you."

He began to pull away.

"The only thing you'd have to prove to me," Hannibal said, whisper quiet even as Arthur pulled away, "was that you didn't have a dick the size of a twig. But, hey, look at that, there's my proof. It is."

When in a pissy mood, one says pissy things. C'est la vie.

He was gripped, for an instant, by the instinct to strike him. But that wouldn't do either of them any good- and if that wasn't a lesson Arthur had had to learn the hard way over the past year, he didn't know what was.

"Do you really think that will impress me?" he asked, his hand still on the couch, but the rest of him now far away. "Because I don't think we're quite close enough for you to be thinking of those regions."

Okay, he'd take his leave now that he had those last words out. He let go of the couch.

"Amazing comeback, Arthur," he said and smirked at him. "Grade A. You really got me there."

"No," Arthur said, thoughtfully, "I believe the idea was that I didn't. Have a good day, Hannibal."

He turned around.

Hannibal gave him a little salute but said nothing else.

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