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.

[[ open, durr ]]

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[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Oh, you did not just touch the clothes, Pendragon. You did not.

"Back off and learn to deal with the fact that I don't find you threatening," Chuck said, reaching out to shove Arthur away from him.

[bitchprince]

He just did. "Suppose I should just cut your balls off," he proposed, glowering, shoving Chuck back. "Might do everyone a favour."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't think you needed another eunuch around, Arthur. Merlin not doing his job right?" Chuck asked.

[bitchprince]

If Arthur had been slightly less obsessive about discretion or out of the closet, there might have been a sassy-pants comment about penis sizes here.

Since he wasn't, Arthur just rolled his eyes. "You're slacking, Chuck," he said, "I'm not attempting to intimidate you. It is merely a promise, and one I won't hesitate to fulfill. Whether you choose to believe that is your own problem."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I choose not to," Chuck said. But he made a mental note to not let Arthur anywhere near his junk, ever. "And if you touch me again I'll kick your ass."

Or attempt to, anyway.

[bitchprince]

This? Was Arthur, cracking the fuck up as he returned to his seat.

Chuck. Kick his 'ass'. No, really.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Arrogant prick," Chuck mumbled before turning to actually get the coffee he came in for. He would have at least gotten a punch in if he tried to kick Arthur's ass.

Maybe.

Possibly.