The Deck, Saturday Late Afternoon

[bitchprince]

Last night had been distinctly odd, but how it ended had taken some of the edge off, at least. If Arthur didn't know better, he'd almost even be able to convince himself the day was going to be sort of all right. Or, at least, not completely insane.

Instead, he was going to take a seat on the deck with a bowl of fruit and some bread for a late breakfast. Uther Pendragon taught great lessons about paranoia.

He was just going to be pleased that at least he hadn't wound up sleeping in the preserve last night.

[[ open, especially to any blonde spawn that might want to assault him ]]

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[newlances.livejournal.com]

Gawain started laughing as his Mom boggled. "Youuuu said a bad, bad word. Oh, you're in trouble now."

Although his mom was muttering, "I kinda doubt it..."

[tinyblondedeath.livejournal.com]

Bah, grownups around. Morgana glared, but didn't make any threatening gestures. "I can say a LOT MORE'N THAT."