Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

After spending the past few days in a place that made his bones - if he was going to be sentimental - thrum with a distinct sense of belonging, where the trees were just the right shade of green (again in this hypothetical state of sentimentality) and people seemed to genuinely get any number of things that were rarely gotten around here (even if he had been told, several times, that he was 'a bit posh, aren't you', to the point of annoyance, including one or two spots of combining that word with some rather unflattering language) Fandom seemed a little... stark.

Too restless to hole up in his room, Arthur eventually gave in to the idea that maybe the common room would be slightly less depressing. It was an idea he was swiftly abandoning as he poked at a can of orange juice and eyed the Teevee remote.

Nope. Still not tempted. There was that.

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[living_endless]

"So it's less that the animals are funny and more that bad hunting is funny?" Didi clarified, a bit pedantically. "I can't say I've been hunting with knights a lot lately, but okay."

She had no particular opinion of hunting as a pastime; it was simply the way some creatures were meant to die.

She offered a hand. "It's Didi, by the way."

[bitchprince]

"I suppose some are funny by the looks on their faces," Arthur supposed, then shrugged, since he didn't particularily care. He did take her hand, however. "Arthur Pendragon. It's a pleasure to meet you."

What? So far, she hadn't been insulting or overly incompetent. At this stage, that made it a pleasure. His standards had fallen.

[living_endless]

"Likewise, Arthur Pendragon." Oh, so he was the reason half her lit class had wigged out the week they did Arthurian myths. She wasn't going to say anything, but she'd been curious.

He was hotter than the one in her world. But then, the fact this one seemed to have taken a bath in the last month probably helped.

"I can't believe it's Wednesday already," she announced, apropos of not much.

[bitchprince]

Arthur did pride himself on his hygiene habits. Washing himself once every week or so? That was just going above and beyond, so the appreciation was welcome.

He dropped her hand. "Is it?" he said, "I just spent the past few days in Albion." England. England, right.

[living_endless]

"Yeah, which means I have to get to class sometime," she said, waving a hand to indicate she had a while. "So you went home for a few days? How was it?"

[bitchprince]

"A relief," Arthur said, "Better than I'd anticipated." He tilted his head. "And where would you hail from?"

See, he was perfectly capable of polite conversation.

[living_endless]

"What were you anticipating?" Didi wondered. "And I'm ... kind of from all over. I was n New York, last."

[bitchprince]

"I thought things would be more different than they wound up being," he admitted, cocking his head. "I've heard of New York," he said, "It's supposed to be vast, isn't it?"

[living_endless]

"It is," Didi said. "I love it. All the people, all their stories ... I could spend days just walking around."

She tilted her head to the side. "I guess some places don't change. Doesn't surprise me England is like that."

[bitchprince]

He shrugged once. "It's not as loud, at least," he said, finally.

New York would not have been a place for Arthur.

[living_endless]

"Quieter than here?" Didi asked. "Here's pretty quiet."

[bitchprince]

"In some ways, and not in others," he said. Of course, Arthur's idea of quiet was still rather louder than Merlin's, but still. "It seems like out here you can barely turn without running into a teevee or a radio or something."

[living_endless]

Slowly and deliberately, Didi turned off the television. "Better?"

[bitchprince]

Arthur considered it. "I suppose," he said, "Although it's not like I haven't gotten used to it. It's just... noisy."