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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[future_sandworm]

Well, they did when Arthur wasn't being annoying or when Leto chose not to point it out to him.

"You ought to try some proper flying sometime," Leto said, turning back to where they started. "I promise you wont be able to sleep."

[bitchprince]

He meant when Leto wasn't being a smug ass who would rather orate than act. "Is that anything like your worms, then?"

[future_sandworm]

"No," Leto replied cheerfully. "You fly. In the air. And they are manmade."

[bitchprince]

"Wait--" Arthur said, pausing, after a moment. "'thopters, right?"

[future_sandworm]

"Yes, 'thopters." Leto looked at him. "Did you try them on Arrakis?"

[bitchprince]

"I chose not to at the time," he said, "There was enough to see otherwise."

[future_sandworm]

"I'm sorry you missed it," Leto replied. "I took Zack and my stepmother flying." He smiled at the memory.