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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Hannibal decided that going down a floor might help him avoid any uncomfortable awkwardness so he was pleasantly surprised to, at least, see someone he knew and who wouldn't make a big deal out of him being an ass.

They were bothers in arms in that respect, no matter what Arthur thought.

"Brooding?" he asked in greeting.

"I don't brood," Arthur said in an equal greeting.

He was an artist of brooding.

"Hannibal."

"Arthur," he said, giving the other man a small nod. "Right, you're not brooding. Just thinking, then?"

As always, Arthur made note to relearn dealing with people who didn't automatically assume familiarity as soon as he got out of here.

Letting it go was good strategy, however. "I'm glad to hear," he said, "that you've worked out my point."

"Well, you know, you could have been meditating," he said, shrugging. "You could have been daydreaming. There are different reasons for being quiet."

"No one being present to talk to, for starters," he replied, lifting an eyebrow.

"Well, now there is," he said and wandered inside. "How's it going? Survived the cruise without a sunburn, I see."

"Very little escapes your notice, does it?" Arthur asked, dryly. "No hangovers, no sunburn. The way it should be."

"I'm so glad to see you're your usual pleasant self," Hannibal said, rolling his eyes. "How's Merlin?"

"Many hangovers and a sunburn." Arthur almost had a touch of cheer about it, even if it was but a slight ray of mocking light in the midst of... a lot of unpleasantness. "I think it's been a great lesson for him."

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"Avoid alcohol and wear SPF 1000," Hannibal supplied, snickering. "Poor guy. At least he got to come back to freaking snow. Talk about a sudden change. Unless you guys are used to the snow, of course."

Perhaps he could just talk about the weather around Leto for a few hours until Leto's head exploded. That might actually be fun, and take his mind off things.

"In winter, yes," Arthur said, thoughtfully, "Although it was summer when we left, so it's a bit of a leap."

British sense of understatement: firmly on.

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"Mmm. I prefer the warmer weather," he said and shook his head. "How's your arm?"

"Sun or rain," he agreed, "Snow gets dull."

Actually, Leto didn't like Hannibal much, either. Maybe find some way to spend time in the room talking to Hannibal about the weather while his roommate was around.

Although that might be going out of his way for a distraction too much (he could also bring Merlin; it'd make him laugh, no doubt, and after yesterday...).

After yesterday.

"Just about fighting trim," he said, attempting a stab at his usual pride and managing well.

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Dor entered into the common roomcautiously. He'd been avoiding the place ever since the last time he was here.

When the furniture didn't start moaning like a moaning thing he let out a sigh of relief and headed for the refrigerator to see if there was anything good in there to eat.

"Hi!" he said giving a wave to the people in the common room. "I'm Dor."

"Oh good, then maybe I'll be able to take you without feeling like I'm going to break you," he said, teasing tone and smile well in place. "I'd been worried."

Oh, more people. Grand.

"Afternoon," Arthur returned, with the politeness drilled into him by his father. It had been coming back to him with the fading shock, but he had to make an effort to manage it today. "I'm Prince Arthur of Camelot."

"Hannibal," he said, with an involuntary laugh, "I think it's become clear that you couldn't break anything on me if you tried."

"Yeah, I could," he said, rolling his eyes good naturedly. "With a staff, no. Other means? Yes."

Hopefully. Maybe. Unless Arthur was some sort of modern day immortal.

"Hannibal King," he introduced, nodding at the new arrival. "Good to meet you."

"If that's a challenge," Arthur said, cocking his head, "You will lose."

Fighting Hannibal was different than the idea of fighting Priestly, which seemed a lot like beating up on a small, albeit loud, puppy. Of course, he'd also fought a sea creature for most of the morning...

It began to occur to him he was avoiding something.

"Camelot?" Dor asked looking interested. "I haven't heard of that kingdom. Is that in this world or somewhere else? I'm from a world called Xanth that looks remarkably like this world's Florida."

He knew he'd probably lose but what the hell, he'd fucked up this whole week already, hadn't he?

"It's a statement," he said, treading softly for the time being. "No one can be good at everything. I think it's just a scientific impossibility."

Because he was a genius or something.

"And there are things I know that you don't."

"Same here," Dor said cheerfully. "I think I've seen you around. Did you go on the cruise last week?"

"I'm told that the country it lies in is named England here," Arthur volunteered, "Although it's... a few years past."

And if the day came that wasn't still odd, then Arthur would know he had been here for too long.

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