Chester A. Arthur Living Room - Thursday morning

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Prince Edward was seated on the couch, flipping through the channels on the television by way of remote control. The things he's learned since coming to this place. Ahhhh.

But he wasn't in the mood for happy. No, he was not. He woke up in a foul mood and longed for something to hunt. Perhaps Rangering tomorrow would prove worthy. His dark mood will no doubt last till then.

Someone should cook him breakfast, for his stomach would not shut up.


[It's open, of course.]

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"What do we say did this?" Hannibal wondered. "Also, I suck at lying to Angela."

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"I've never lied."

Pout.

"A gang of cyclists ran us over?" It could happen.

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"On a small island, cyclists would have been noticed by other people," Hannibal said. "We fell out of trees?"

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He tried to give Hannibal a look but with a cloth and ice shoved against his nose, he failed, miserably.

"I cannot fall from a tree. It just doesn't happen. Can't do it."

Blink.

"We got ambushed in the woods?"

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"By a gang of cyclists?" Hannibal asked.

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He rolled his eyes. "No. By woodland creatures."

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"You do know that we look really damn weak getting attacked by animals," Hannibal pointed out. "All this damage."

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"Well think man think!" he flailed. "Adora will be soooo mad at me."

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"Well, you should have thought of that before you tried to tackle me," Hannibal said. "Maybe I'll just hide."

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"You should of thought of me tackling you before you called me princess," he muttered. Nasally. Dammit. "I should hide as well." Except he had two classes tomorrow. WOE.

The cloth dropped to his lap and there was so much blood. If he were a girl he'd faint right now.

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"At least you can move without wincing," Hannibal said and, yes, winced. He was going to be sore tomorrow.

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"My head is going to explode. You broke my nose and my cheek is sore. My entire face is throbbing." All new experiences, thank you. "I need a drink."

He turned to Hannibal. "Can you not just straighten it for me? It won't look nearly so bad..."

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"If I try to straighten it, I might make it worse," he said. "You don't want me to do that."

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His shoulders slouched even more. "I... have no idea what to do."

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"Keep the ice on it," Hannibal told him. "It'll keep the swelling down. And, if you're that worried, just hide. Or go to the clinic."

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He didn't even nod, he just kept the ice to his nose and closed his eyes.

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"It'll be all right," Hannibal said, trying to sound reassuring even as he tried to get comfortable. "It will."

He hoped.

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"If she see's you first, what will you say?" he asked, grateful for the reassurace even if he was doubtful.

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"...if she asks, I can tell her I started it," he said, trying to be a nice guy for once.

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Edward looked over at Hannibal, and for once he was impressed by the show of decency. "That's very unselfish of you."

Ah, but where was Edward's honor in that?

"But I can't let you do it. Tell her the truth, if it comes to that."

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"Hopefully she wont' even come and find me," he said. "And I can just heal up and be done with it."

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Edward searched his face. Healing might take longer that he thought. But clinging to hope sounded good. "I have two classes tomorrow. I cannot hide, sadly."

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"Yeah, I've got one too," he said, trying to think of ways around that. "Wear sunglasses and a hat."

He'd just be moving slow and keeping his bruised cheek turned away.

"Call it a hangover."

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"Good idea," he replied. "I will have to find these things."

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"You can borrow mine," he offered. "You've got more need than I do."