The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

On Friday, Arthur had reached a decision. After the weekend, he wasn't in the best mood to follow through on it, but there were few reasons to let his mood interfere with what was, essentially, a duty of some kind.

The duty of survival. As Crown Prince, it was a real one.

Still, he thought, as he arrived in the salle, Dinah had best be grateful. And it was all tactics. His gut still twinged with the sting of clear betrayal, but his sense of morality was as confused on this subject as anything else ever was, and so he ignored it.

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Which made it better, and Dinah's smile widened. She twirled her eskrima, then saluted him back. "Yeah, let me know on what you'll need. And definitely. Poor noobs. Wherever they are."

[raspberryturk]

"There'll be plenty in the summer, after I graduate and leave," Reno noted. "Do me a favor and keep an eye out for 'em? I'd do it, but not bein' here and all makes that kinda tricky."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Of course! It's what you do, right?" Barbara's voice, saying take in and mentor those like us. "It's just part of the job." She grinned at him, straightening a little. "Don't worry. I won't let you down on that."

[raspberryturk]

"Atta girl," Reno chuckled, giving her a nod and a grin. "I'm gonna go swing my metal stick around some more now. Try an' work off some of that cake I inhaled when I was six. You take care of yourself, yoto."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Back at you!" Dinah grinned, and spun her sticks again, feeling better about last week. And a little better about the future, too. Helping other people was always easier.