Millard Fillmore campfire, Thursday lunchtime

[future_sandworm]

The fire was lit, and Leto was heating water for spice coffee while chewing on some bread and dried fruit. It wasn't much of a meal, really, and he did consider finding something more filling in a while. Still, sitting here and watching the flames was comfortable enough, and soon the cinnamon scent of spice mingled with that of coffee, which always reminded him of home.

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[future_sandworm]

"I'm glad that you take the time to keep me entertained," Leto replied. As for hunting, he had meant it in an euphemistic way, but decided to drop the subject.

[bitchprince]

Arthur took killing things very seriously. The euphemism had kind of gotten lost over time. "Just a happy accident," he continued, smirking at him. "Don't flatter yourself too much."

It may have been too long since the last time he had an actually civil conversation with his roommate.

[future_sandworm]

Being able to talk like this again was indeed a relief. "I never flatter myself," he replied, emptying his cup of coffee.

[bitchprince]

"Of course not. How could I forget," Arthur said, dryly, and stole yet more of Leto's dried fruit. What? It was there!

[future_sandworm]

"I have no explanation for that," Leto replied, watching the fruit disappear. "Have you made any other new acquaintances?"

[bitchprince]

"I'm glad to hear you admit that for a change," Arthur said, freely, chewing thoughtfully. "Lady Elspeth hasn't turned out too bad," he said, even if he was wary of letting her near the top spot in the reserve. "But no, I haven't met too many of our new inmates yet."

[future_sandworm]

"Yes, she is quite skilled." He smiled a little. "I guess I haven't exactly socialised either."

[bitchprince]

"Mmm. I'm positive you've got several of the 'newbies' convinced that you're a gifted hermit who writes poetry on the walls," Arthur said, gracefully. You know, the kind that would give his attention only to them ever.

[future_sandworm]

"Are you implying something?" Leto raised an eyebrow.

[bitchprince]

"Merely wondering if I can get any of them to sing your praises for a good laugh," Arthur told him, amused.

[future_sandworm]

"If you do manage I'm sure I will hear about it," Leto replied dryly. "At least I don't have a reputation for rudeness."

[bitchprince]

"It's not rudeness," Arthur said, immediately, "I'm told it's a 'bad boy charm'."

[future_sandworm]

"Who told you that?" Leto had to ask, grinning. He might not be one to disagree, though.

[bitchprince]

"Now, Leto," Arthur said, finishing up the cycle of smug that was starting to make him feel immeasurably better, "I don't want to embarrass any of my admirers."

Yes, this was getting his mind off of Merlin and his bony arse rather well. Except for the bit where thinking that put it right back on the subject.

[future_sandworm]

"Naturally." Leto smirked. And if Arthur really wanted distraction from those kind of thoughts Leto might be prepared to offer it.

[bitchprince]

"Well," Arthur said, finishing his last share of dried fruit, "Here's to socializing this week."

Better known as 'taking that and every other distraction on Earth because I have no clue what I'm doing'.

[future_sandworm]

Of course, Leto didn't know the reason for the need for distraction. "Tell me how it goes," he smirked.

[bitchprince]

"I won't," Arthur said, as he began to clamber to his feet, "You'd enjoy it too much."

[future_sandworm]

"So clearly I've had my share of entertainment this week," he said.

[bitchprince]

"Not to worry, Leto," he said, smirking, "There's a few more days left, and I'm not dead yet."

Ah, modesty.

[future_sandworm]

"See if you manage to surprise me then," Leto replied with a smirk.

[bitchprince]

Rather than respond verbally, Arthur reached over once to ruffle Leto's hair as he passed him by, walking away from the campfire.