The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

Sure, Dinah had cancelled her training for the day due to some trip or another, but ahaha if you thought that meant Arthur wasn't going to be in the salle that morning anyway, sword in hand, mail weighing him down enough to put some good strain on his muscles. He was making clear strikes with it again, stuck in a rather more advanced attacking drill.

Nothing upset or particularly upbeat about it. Just... moving.

[[ open salle as always ]]

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[bitchprince]

If Arthur found out Merlin was trying to Dear Abby their thing, he was going to... well, he might pull a face, or crack up laughing, or accuse Merlin of having girlparts. Which he so obviously did. "Looking up new 'smileys' again?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

He did not!

"I might be," Merlin replied, not looking up from his important study of what appeared to be a lively debate on the gender of a very bizarrely dressed woman.

[bitchprince]

"Let me guess," Arthur said, craning his neck and glancing at him. "One's shaped like a butterfly? Flowers, perhaps?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I can turn you into a toad, you know."

[bitchprince]

Arthur eyed him. "No, you won't."