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The Salle, Monday Morning
It ws morning, it was Monday, and Arthur was in the salle, going over the edge of his own sword to make sure it was still decent for actual combat. Sure, sharpening the thing wasn't strictly his job, but he liked to make sure just in case something showed up.
He was also still mildly cranky over the phone thing, but it wasn't like mildly cranky and Arthur were strange bedmates.
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He was also still mildly cranky over the phone thing, but it wasn't like mildly cranky and Arthur were strange bedmates.
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and not auburn like his icons rly, Roy was not one to blush easily. He didn't embarrass easily, for one thing, but it just wasn't part of his makeup.He was blushing now. "Uh...yes?"
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Can you fall on your practice sword and make it permanent? Semi-stepson! So wrong!
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"...yeah," he admitted. Then he said brightly, "Maybe we can just forget that ever happened!"
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