The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

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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[bitchprince]

"Right," Arthur said, with a raise of his brow. "Gotten injured lately?"

[exspeedydotcom]

"No," Roy said, and didn't offer any more information on the subject.

[bitchprince]

"Right."

He considered Roy for another moment or so.

"Well, it's none of my business," Arthur said, finally. "But come find me when you're up for it. I'd like to see if you're any good."

[exspeedydotcom]

Roy thought about telling Arthur it was actually none of his business how good Roy was, then remembered that he was trying to be less of a jerk. "I'll think about it."