The Roof, Wednesday Evening Before Radio

[bitchprince]

Sometimes, he had to confess, coming up here had a certain charm to it. It reminded Arthur of the times he and Morgana, sometimes his father or someone else, would find themselves up high in the castle, the wind roaring past, and talking.

As always, he wasn't brooding. Or homesick. Or troubled over Merlin's future situation, should they actually return home. Or any other number of flaws that weren't his to recognise.

He crossed his arms and stared out over Fandom Town. He'd thought about bringing some of the ale, but he'd be drinking plenty with the squirrels later. Instead, he'd just exercise his right to be thoughtful.

[[ the roof is, of course, open ]]

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[lovemykilt]

Priestly had had a perfectly delightful conversation with his mother, which had mostly consisted of him going "Mom. Mom. I'm not -- Mom. Stop crying. Mom. Mom. Mom" but had eventually resulted in his mother agreeing to let him stay in Fandom for the summer instead of coming home and interning in his father's office.

So, yeah, he was in a rather "roof" kind of mood. At least until he actually got up there and saw who'd beaten him to it.

"Arthur. Hey."

[bitchprince]

"Priestly," Arthur returned, swinging neither to disdain nor enthusiasm. Nor, it seemed, actually looking at him.

[lovemykilt]

Right, so, business as usual, then.

"'Sup?"

[bitchprince]

...Sup?

"Sup," Arthur repeated. His voice may have held a tinge of incredulousness. "Is that some kind of code?" Or was Priestly just not chewing properly?

[lovemykilt]

Priestly blinked. "Dude. You've been here how long and you haven't heard 'sup' before?" He shook his head. "What's up?" he clarified. "What's happening? How's it hanging? How you doing? Basic polite greeting."

Okay, so his mother would kill him for saying that "'sup" qualified as polite, but he figured that was just his mom being all stuffy.

[bitchprince]

"None of those," Arthur said, diplomatically, "Sound particularly polite to me, but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised." Whether that was a dig at Priestly or an observation on the time--

Oh, it was totally both. When it came to taking digs at people, Arthur's multitasking skills were unrivaled.

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"Hi Priestly. How are your finals going?"

[lovemykilt]

"Ridiculously easy." Not that Priestly had signed up for difficult classes. "You?"

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"They're good! The Heroing final was today and was so much fun!"

[lovemykilt]

"Yeah? That class sounded kinda interesting, but not really my speed. Now, a side-kicking class or something. . . ."

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"Hey that'd be a good one! I don't think Mr. Hammer would be good to teach that one though."

[thatsamilkshake]

After waking up in Chuck Bass' bed again, followed by an hour of teeth-brushing, a gallon of water, and some breakfast because God knows she wouldn't have been able to pry that bag of cookies out of Chuck's arms with a crowbar, Francine... still wanted to hide from everyone, everywhere. Why couldn't last night be as hazy as the four days she'd spent dead?

So, roof. She'd been able to hide from most people up there last time, after all.

Of course, once she stepped out onto it... "Oh. Um." Don't mention pillows don't mention pillows don't mention pillows... "Hi."

[bitchprince]

Arthur was about to respond in a fashion as generally dismissive as he always would, when he recognized the voice.

The resulting, "Francine," hence held something like surprise, and he glanced over his shoulder.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Hi," she repeated. Pillowpillowpillowpillowpillow SHUT UP, BRAIN. "P-- Arthur. I can go? I didn't mean to disturb you."

[bitchprince]

"I'm hardly going to shackle you to the roof," he said, blinking. For one, that would make a headache blossom spectacularily, and Merlin would probably throw a fit.

Not that Arthur cared when Merlin threw a fit.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Huh?" Francine's eyes got wide and she raced back through the instant replay for anything she'd said that might imply she thought he would. "Oh! I meant-- that was an offer. I can leave if you want me to."

[lovemykilt]

"Francine!" Priestly called cheerfully. "How's it going?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Note to self: find a new place to hide. But she was way too nice to say anything like that out loud, so Francine shot him a tired, almost hung-over smile and a wave. "Hi, Priestly."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly noted the tired with what was possibly a side of cranky. "You alright?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Me?" She nodded quickly. "Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I just...ate something that didn't agree with me." And yet. Brownies. Sooo goood.

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"Hi Francine! How've you been? Are you excited about Summer Vacation?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Hi, Robin." Francine smiled, but decided not answering the how've you been part would be a blessing for both of them. "Mmm, I can't wait for all the campfire stuff. You know, s'mores songs and s'mores parties and s'mores crafts..."

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"Oh I can't wait for that stuff too! I started Fandom during the summer session two years ago and it was great!"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Wow, two years?" Francine shook her head. "I can barely believe I've been here almost one."

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Robin, as he usually tried to be, was in a good mood. "Hi!" he greeted Arthur. "How are your finals going?"