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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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."

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"Thank you, Hannibal."

A slight pause.

"I think I will think before I wish to bloody your face next time."

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"Feeling's mutual," Hannibal said. "Maybe we just needed to get it out of our systems."

Hopefully.

"We'll be okay."

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Hopefully.

"Yes, we'll be okay." There was nothing to do but agree.