The Salle, Friday Morning

[bitchprince]

It was supposed to be time for Dinah's staff practice. Right now, with the aggrevation of the new students arriving, Arthur was sorely in need of some aggravation he could at least predict.

It was typical, of course, that she hadn't shown yet. Instead, Arthur took the time to run through some staff drills of his own. Into every movement, he channeled memories of home, taking them like tight strings of sanity to drag back towards him. Captain Algren had been more than right about culture shock - it was nice to have a name to pin to his condition.

Of course, he had now effectively made himself terribly homesick, and admitting to that just wouldn't do.

[[ thread with arthur locked to one, salle is open otherwise; i will likely be insanely SP ]]

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[wantstodirect]

Tony hadn't slept well after Dinah'd left, but he went down to the salle in the morning to let Arthur know that Dinah would be missing her lesson.

He found Arthur but stood back a bit, not wanting to approach the cranky guy with a weapon. Instead he waved. "Um. Arthur?"

[bitchprince]

Arthur finished off his drill with an easy flourish, half-turning. "Tony," he greeted, idly.

[wantstodirect]

"Hey," Tony said. "Dinah's not going to make it for her lesson today. She had to go home for a family emergency."

[bitchprince]

"A family emergency," Arthur repeated, slowly. Well, all right. "I suppose that does for an excuse. What's happened?"

[wantstodirect]

"Her sister got hurt," Tony said. "Some superhero emergency." He ran a hand through his hair, 'cause yeah, still a little worried.

[bitchprince]

Arthur nodded. "Send her my sympathies," he said, still mostly unable to place the term 'superhero'.

He figured Tony would have Dinah's 'number'.

[wantstodirect]

Tony nodded. "I'll let her know," he said. "So, uh, I guess I'll let you get back to your stick twirling."

[bitchprince]

Arthur rolled his eyes. "It's not stick twirling," he said, "It's staffwork."

Because that made it sound so much less dirty, Arthur.

[wantstodirect]

"Sorry," Tony said. "I'll let you get back to working your staff, then."

[bitchprince]

"All right," he said, magnanimously, and shifted back into position.

If he noticed any innuendo, he was going to ignore it.

...After a pause, he did add, "You'll tell me if she needs any help?"

[wantstodirect]

"Yeah, definitely," Tony said. "You're top of the list for cavalry. Do you have a phone number, by the way?"

[bitchprince]

"Of course I do. It's in here," Arthur affirmed, reaching into his pocket (his very, very Medieval pocket) to pull out the Blackberry.

He had only recently graduated from shaking it and mashing buttons.

[wantstodirect]

"Cool," Tony said, taking out his own phone. "What's the number?"

[bitchprince]

"Er," Arthur said, after a moment.

He was squinting his eyes to adjust to the glare, for the most part. He rattled off the number on it with a somewhat dubious intonation.

He still didn't quite Get It, but Reno said it worked like that.

[wantstodirect]

Tony punched the number into his phone and then gave Arthur a dubious look. "Do you know how to use it?"

[bitchprince]

As of last Wednesday. Without shouting, even.

"Of course I do," he said, lifting an eyebrow straight back at Tony. "Do you?"

[wantstodirect]

Tony nodded. He had Arthur's number up on his screen, so all he did was press SEND.

[bitchprince]

"All right," he repeated, staring somewhat dubiously at his phone as it started ringing.

He was trying to contain it, though, and pressed the 'take call' button, or whatever it was, as Romeo had explained it.

[wantstodirect]

"Oh, good," Tony smiled. He ended the call. "I put the number in right."

[bitchprince]

"So you did," Arthur agreed, slipping the device in his pocket before it weirded him out in front of Tony. "I trust that means communication will run smoothly."

[wantstodirect]

"It's a start, at least," Tony said.