Salle, Monday morning

[golden-rising.livejournal.com]

Blair was gone. This was bothering Serena more than she'd care to admit, looking across her the room they'd shared in the cabins to see an empty bed. It was what had gotten her up early that morning, grabbing her gear and heading to the salle. At least if she was going to have things on her mind, she could get a bit of practice in. It would help her focus. Help her not think about her best friend and the fact they'd not-yet worked things out here. That they'd left things on bad terms.

Or at least, she hoped it would.

[[Open post is as always, open. Wait for the OCD, not that there's much of it. OCD UP!]]

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Re: Practice Practice

[bitchprince]

Arthur turned his phone sideways.

He eyed it.

"What's that supposed to do?"

Re: Practice Practice

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"It's a face!" Right? Okay, now Merlin was walking over to make certain it worked.

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[bitchprince]

"It's not a face, Merlin," Arthur said, shooting him a look, "It's... squiggles."

Re: Practice Practice

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Is too a face." Merlin waved toward the... eyebrow thing. "See?"

Re: Practice Practice

[bitchprince]

"Perhaps in your world, Merlin," Arthur began, then tilted it. "Ah."

Re: Practice Practice

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"See?"

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[bitchprince]

"Now that's perfectly ridiculous," Arthur said, shooting him a look. "Who taught you that?"

Re: Practice Practice

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Francine," Merlin shot back, perfectly smug.

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[bitchprince]

"I'd be surprised," Arthur replied, lowering his phone again to put it in his pocket, "Were it not for my stunning lack of astonishment."

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I thought it was cute." Because you're a girl, Merlin.

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[bitchprince]

"You would think so."

Because you're a girl, Merlin.

Re: Practice Practice

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Ha ha," Merlin rolled his eyes and shoved Arthur's arm lightly.

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[bitchprince]

Arthur snorted, shoving him back. Not quite as lightly, but not enough to tip him over or anything. "I might actually prefer the squiggles to your writing."

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Less reading for you?" Merlin shot back playfully.

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[bitchprince]

"No, but it takes less effort to decipher."

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I don't think we could have an entire conversation in those things."

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[bitchprince]

"I don't think you can have an entire conversation any other way if we have to depend on your spelling."

He was an ass.

Re: Practice Practice

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Ass." What? He was!

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[bitchprince]

"Still can't call me that," Arthur shot back.

Or sing-songed back. Kinda. In a manly way.

Re: Practice Practice

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Oh, totally manly.

"Then stop me," Merlin shot back in just as manly a way.

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[bitchprince]

Arthur considered that. "All right."

He put his sword aside.

He paced towards Merlin, and promptly made motions involving the practical applications of giving your manservant a friendly noogie. So to speak.

Re: Practice Practice

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Which got him a flaily manservant, let me tell you!

"Prat!"

Re: Practice Practice

[bitchprince]

"You earned it," Arthur said, with a sort of manic cheer that ended in a hair-ruffle.