The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

Radio was right, really. Sun or shine or massive emotional meltdown of epically confusing proportions, Arthur would always be in the salle, whether it be on Monday morning or the morning of just about any other day. He was mulish about that. Unwilling to slack. The whole lot of it.

Also, playing with sharp objects made him feel better about the complicated mess that was his life right now.

He wasn't exceptionally vicious at all, but rather controlled, focused, and more than happy to take to his work while Merlin went about his chores in the salle. Yes.

[[ open, with SP warning, and Merlin modded with permission as always ]]

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[bitchprince]

"She mentioned the cookies," Arthur volunteered, shifting his stance so that he could watch her more readily.

His eyes might have flicked towards Merlin once. "I wouldn't underestimate Katina," he said. "She's... dedicated."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"A lot of cookies," Merlin added helplessly, having helped with those.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." Okay. Something was... off again. Dinah couldn't even say what it was this time. Ignore it. Second, third, slash, cut-parry-block. "I don't underestimate Angry. But still. She'd yell enough to give me warning."

[bitchprince]

"She can be unobtrusive if she wants-- Dinah, watch your arm while you're talking."