Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

Normally, he'd be out harassing Katchoo at this hour, but Katchoo was otherwise preoccupied and far be it for Arthur to acknowledge in any way, shape or form that he sort of missed her being human-shaped. So, in order to avoid the appearance of sulking by staying in his room with his copy of Salammbo, he trudged down to the common room to do the same.

He spent all of two seconds considering the idea of baking himself an egg, then discarded it. Instead, he scrounged around for some grapes and flopped down in a seat with his book.

Getting his own food. How the mighty had fallen.

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[notmyownage]

In the grand tradition of teenagerhood, Claudia had slept in. So she was looking a little groggy as she wandered into the common room in search of . . . well, it wouldn't be quite accurate to call it brunch, despite it being more lunch time than breakfast.

Food, either way.

"Hey, y'r highness," she half-mumbled. "Howzit?"

[bitchprince]

"It is fine," Arthur said, charitably (it was charitable in that it didn't sound bitchy, which he felt was a charity all things considered). "Just enjoying the slow day." And this, Arthur, is where you say-- "And how would you say it is?" Good boy.

[notmyownage]

Claudia gave a rather unladylike snort. "Iunno." Yes, that was totally a word. "Haven't seen much of it, yet."

[bitchprince]

"Well, I'm sure that when you find out whatever it is, you'll please it with your presence," he said, pleasantly, biting down on a grape.

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

Mat gave her a lazy wave when he arrived. "My lady Claudia," he said.

[notmyownage]

Claudia nodded with as much regalness as a sleepy mad scientist could have. "Mat. 'Sup?"

[future_sandworm]

There was a new girl whom he hadn't introduced himself to. Leto smiled at her. "Good morning."

It seemed like it was morning to her, at least.

[notmyownage]

Claudia nodded back to the guy with -- wow, those were some blue eyes, right there. She'd been stuck in 'analyze and hypothesize' mode for, like, a week now, so her brain immediately supplied ideas regarding strange chemical imbalances that could occur in the human iris.

Not that she knew anything about the chemical make up of the human iris. Look, she wasn't an organic chem girl, alright?

"Yo."

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

Mat didn't have classes today, so he'd gone for a ride on Pips so the horse didn't feel too neglected and was now back in the common room in search of entertainment.

Harassing Arthur definitely fell into that category.

He poked his head into the refrigerator, pretending he had any idea what he was looking for, and emerged triumphant with an apple.

"What's your book?" he asked, flopping onto a sofa.

What? He'd read! At some point.

[bitchprince]

"Salammbo," he said, leaving a bit of an accent on the end. "It's a French history. About Carthage." In French, yes.

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"Which is where?" Mat asked, biting his apple.

[future_sandworm]

"Hello, Mat," Leto greeted him. "Good day?"

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"So far," Mat said, nodding his head. "How are you faring, Leto?"

[stylin-wizard.livejournal.com]

Having no classes on Wednesdays meant Alex had a lazy morning and was now in search of coffee. And maybe cereal, if she came across any she liked.

"Hey," Alex waved, making a beeline for the coffee.

[bitchprince]

"Afternoon," Arthur greeted, courteously, and settled back with his book.

[stylin-wizard.livejournal.com]

"What have you got there?" Alex asked, helping herself to some coffee. Hey, she was curious, okay?

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

Oooh, a pretty girl Mat didn't recognize. He waved. "Can you cook?"

Hush. Mat had priorities.

[stylin-wizard.livejournal.com]

Alex laughed, not expecting that question. "I can, yes. Though, it depends on what you ask for."

[notmyownage]

Claudia waved from where she was getting her own bowl of cereal.

"Sugar bombs?" She offered, recognizing that 'lazy morning, need coffee' look. "They should possibly come with an insulin shot, but they're the first ones I found in the cabinet."

[stylin-wizard.livejournal.com]

"I'd love one, thanks," Alex replied, taking one. She was grateful for the sugar. It went well with her caffeine boost. "I'm never one to say no to sugar, even if it's more than the require dose," she joked.

[future_sandworm]

Leto recognised the girl, but couldn't recall actually having spoken to her. This was probably a good time to correct that.

"Hello," he said. "I don't believe I know your name."

[stylin-wizard.livejournal.com]

"Hi," Alex replied with a smile. "Well, I should fix that then. I'm Alex."

[future_sandworm]

Leto wandered into the common room in search of something to eat, and possibly some company as well. He nodded to Arthur without much enthusiasm, but completely ignoring him seemed far too kind.

He dug the jar containing dried fruit out of its usual place in the cupboard and poured some of the contents onto a plate.

[bitchprince]

"Leto," Arthur said, with a smooth veneer of neutrality, and bit into a grape.

[future_sandworm]

"Arthur," Leto replied, the tiniest hint of amusement in his voice. It was tempting to try and wind the man up again, but he should probably refrain from that.