The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

It was just a morning like any other, which meant that Arthur was in the salle, going through his forms. He was not particularly looking forward to certain students today, but he wasn't about to let that put him off. So forms, and drills, and work that maybe actually put a strain on his muscles, today.

The recent lack of invasions didn't mean he got to slack.

As per usual, he occasionally threw a look at Merlin across the salle whenever he finished a drill.

[[ open, but on SP today, as I can has new job ]]

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[thatsamilkshake]

***Ugh, yes. :-(*** Just in case he'd forgotten who taught Merlin that particular form of evil.

[bitchprince]

***What's it like? And don't use that, it looks ridiculous.***

Maybe if he got that through to Francine, the news would travel down to Merlin.

[thatsamilkshake]

Oh, he was totally asking for it.

And she was totally bored.

***Better?***
attchmnt:



And then:

***It's like sitting in a big metal tube for 4 hours with strangers practically in your lap while you hope you don't fall out of the sky.***

[bitchprince]

***Your own fault for trying to fly,*** Arthur had to offer in return. ***This picture thing is still very odd.***

If she wasn't careful, she was going to wind up 'asking for' well-meant crappy self-portraits, here.

[thatsamilkshake]

***Hey, flying by *yourself* is fun. With or without wings. It's just planes I don't like much.***

Nonetheless, this message was followed by a shot taken out the terminal window of one lifting off.

[bitchprince]

***I still marvel they can take up like that. Have you seen any fighter jets?***

Because they kept those around a commercial public airport, Arthur.

He was also fiddling with the camera button. All beware.

[thatsamilkshake]

***Ever? Yes. They're loud. Today? No.***

[bitchprince]

***Shame.***

Then there was a radio silence.

About fifteen minutes (and two pictures of very sharp pointy things) later...



***I'm brilliant.***

Because you learned how to operate a camera phone, Arthur?

[thatsamilkshake]

Or maybe because you successfully distracted Francine from being a worrywart for a full three minutes while the passengers around her at the gate wondered why the crazy girl kept looking at her phone and bursting into giggles again.

***Yes. Yes, you are. Tell Merlin hi.***

Not that she hadn't already done that herself, but shh.

Don't give her ideas about buying a second I Caught Crabs In Baltimore t-shirt for you, Arthur.