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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[bitchprince]

"Actually, going by both your metaphor and your argument about the local people," Arthur said, "You are in Rome."

Again, Arthur wasn't an idiot. He'd just given up on the argument at this point and was trying to milk as much amusement out of it as he could.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly scowled. "Yeah, well, you're more in Rome. You're in, like, the Vatican."

[bitchprince]

"Mmm," Arthur said, thoughtfully, "I'm sure they have a great deal of gremlins where you're from."

[lovemykilt]

"And lots of cars, computers, and running water in good old Camelot."

[bitchprince]

"And castles," he said, glancing at the building, "And magic, and fierce beasts." He didn't actually know whether Priestly's home did or didn't have any of that, but it seemed a good point to make.

[lovemykilt]

"And punk music and artists and sandwiches and democracy."

[bitchprince]

"And I wish you good luck with them," Arthur said, magnanimously, with only a tinge of sarcasm.

[lovemykilt]

"Fuck, man, you gotta at least appreciate the music." Priestly was practically pleading with that one. There was a lot of fucked up shit in his time, he knew that, but dammit, his world had some seriously good tunes.

[bitchprince]

"You mean the noise they insist on playing at prom?" Arthur asked, eying him, "Or the kind Leto insists on blasting through our room? There's only so much 'Creedence Clearwater Revival' any sane man can take."

Which said a few things of what he thought of Leto, too.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly made a face. "Yeah, no. I'm talking about the good stuff, man. Sex Pistols, Arctic Monkeys, Flogging Molly."

[bitchprince]

"Now that sounds appetizing," he said, dryly.

To be completely fair, Leto had only told him what he was listening to once, and Arthur had mostly assumed the rest of it was by the same artist. But.

[lovemykilt]

"Talking about it's no good. You gotta hear it. It's . . . the things people do with sound, man, it's amazing."

[bitchprince]

Arthur should not be entertaining the childish idea that it'd be fun to get back at Leto by blasting his own music through the room. He was just... going to brush that aside.

"I'm sure it is," he said, diplomatically. Then, as it finally caught up with him, "...You have bards singing about sex and flogging."

[lovemykilt]

"Well, we don't call 'em 'bards'. But, yeah. Musicians sing about just about everything."

[bitchprince]

Sounded a lot like the songs the knights sang in, er, private. "In public?" he tried.

[lovemykilt]

"And recorded for posterity," Priestly confirmed with a grin.

[bitchprince]

"Hm," Arthur said, thoughtfully.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly's eyebrows bounced. "I could loan you some, if you like."

[bitchprince]

On one hand, it would most likely be noise. On the other, it might help him deal with the occasional irrational urge to throttle Leto. "We'll see about that, then," he said, driven by the urge to make it sound idle regardless.

He was above it, you see.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly would argue that that made him the idiot. "Well, if you decide to, you know how to find me."

[bitchprince]

"Follow the noise."

Like Arthur could resist.

[lovemykilt]

"And there you go again, assuming you know everything." Priestly rolled his eyes and started for the door back to the dorms. "Whatever, man. Offer's open."