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]

"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."