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]

"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."