The Salle, Monday Morning (before classes)

[bitchprince]

After several months, there were few things as comforting as the Monday morning routine of heading into the salle for practice, if Arthur was going to be brutally honest. While he was in here, with his students, he could sort of pretend the world was working the way the world usually did back home; and back home was troubling enough.

So the first Monday morning of the new term found him back there, same as always, going through his drills while Merlin did his chores and kept an eye on things from his corner of the room. Normal.

Although Arthur was contemplating sending him another text message. Or two.

[[ open salle is open as per usual! ]]

Comments

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine... may have tracked down a copy of the iPhone manual online, since she had the feeling she might be trying to answer a lot of questions like that.

Symbol key. Looks like this: #+=

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

youre such a prat.

Merlin rolled his eyes as he hit send, certain Arthur would only be encouraged by it.

* this was, of course, meant for someone completely different.

[thatsamilkshake]

Wait, what?

Huh? What did I *say*?

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

pardon? did the dots not worke?

[thatsamilkshake]

What dots?

Look, if you don't want me to text you kisses all you have to do is say so.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

of course i do! i sent itt backe!

[thatsamilkshake]

You did not! You called me names!

Even though Francine was starting to move from huffy to just confused, she felt the exclamation marks were earned there.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

i said *kiss*! didnt i?

[thatsamilkshake]

The lack of reply was not at all intentional.

[thatsamilkshake]

It did come, though. Eventually.

Apparently not to me. Um. Oops?

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

yes. i sent you arthurs onne

If a text message was able to sound sheepish, this one would.

[thatsamilkshake]

Why she was squirming sitting on her bed when no one could see her is left as an exercise for Francine's therapists for the next fifteen years.

Yeah, I... sent yours to Arthur. It was about kissing.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

...

Merlin stared at his phone for a moment.

is he alright?

[thatsamilkshake]

There was a second, just a second, of ...something... that the first question wasn't are you, but Francine couldn't begrudge him that given what he'd just accidentally sent to the wrong place.

From the distance of Not Actually Talking To Arthur she could reply with a little less flail and maybe even approach dry. Well, maybe damp.

He's glad I didn't offend my own virtue. Whatever that means. And really really sure anybody he kissed would remember it.

Not that he was wrong, since he had and she did, but.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

If this sort of thing had happened with Katchoo it would have been the same question from her!

he was actign strangely. and your vitrue is above reproach

[thatsamilkshake]

Actually if this sort of thing had happened with Katchoo, the questions would have included Did she hurt you much? and Do you need medical attention? But yes.

He's -- Arthur -- fine. He just thinks we're dorks. It took her a second to translate the second part to English, but when she did, Francine smiled and tapped out He's not wrong, but I love you anyway.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin smiled and shook his head at the text.

i love you as welle

[thatsamilkshake]

Totally, totally That Couple. Poor...everyone who has to deal with them.