The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

His father hadn't shown up all weekend.

Things had returned to normal.

Arthur could breathe again (and stop hiding staying at a strategic location with plenty of options in terms of diversion-from-the-sorcery). Of course, that meant that the Monday morning schedule had to be observed as routine, and therefore, he was there (as was Merlin), going through a drill that was meant to promote efficiency, not show.

Not chopping anything up today, no.

[[ open salle as always ]]

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Offer?" Merlin's eyes widened after a moment. "Oh, the--massage?"

So seedy, boys. So seedy.

[bitchprince]

Yes. Massages were utterly seedy.

If you were in Thailand.

"It was a long weekend," he ventured. "We could use some time." Because you hadn't spent most of it warily watching the park from the dorms, Arthur.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Of course!" Smoooooth. "I mean. If you want one."

[bitchprince]

"I do feel a bit of an ache setting in," Arthur said, smoothly.

Because he was actually smooth. And adept at innuendo. Or something. Even if it involved actions that would lead to a lot of showers.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"After you're finished here?" Merlin asked, trying for smooth again and getting... not smooth.

[bitchprince]

Which he was lucky was okaytotallynot endearing. Arthur sent him a look that didn't quite repressed the quiet, amused twitch of his lips (not. endearing) and said, "That sounds good."