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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[living_endless]

"Oh, nice," Didi said approvingly. "Unless it made the whole thing with her being your queen a little weird."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Not at all," Chuck told her. "It's not like we're actually related or anything. So it's not as weird as it could be."

[living_endless]

"So you just got to keep it in the family with no associated weirdness," Didi said, nodding again. "I had a good dance, even though I didn't make Court. Went with Jono."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Don't think I've met him yet," Chuck said. "That probably makes me a bad king, right? Don't even know the people I rule over."

[living_endless]

"Eh, I don't think most kings bother to notice the little people," Didi said. "As long as you're a benevolent dictator you should be fine."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck smirked. "I think I can manage that. For most people, anyway."

Some people *cough*Arthur*cough* didn't deserve the benevolent part.