The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

Unlike his tired mun Arthur was fresh and early back in the salle. Now that the weather had died down, he had a lot of exercise to catch up on. And he was devoted to getting that done right.

... Pity those poor training dummies.

Pity them greatly.

[[ open, but SP for the next hour as I head on home ]]

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah was hoping she was more healed up than she thought, and would be able to lift a sword without having it hurt too much. "Morning," she chirped, heading for the blades.

[bitchprince]

Arthur eyed her. "What is the state of your wounds," he said. Admire the lack of question marks there.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Because really, what else can you do when faced with imperatives?

"My head feels okay. None of the cuts are infected." Her side was still sore, but she wasn't sure how that translated into lifting things. "And I guess we'll see about the picking up a sword..."

Okay! She could pick it up. With both hands. Dinah slid Arthur a sideways look, wishing she'd thought to get here early and try to find a workaround first. Because trying to lift it beyond waist-height, maybe not so possible.

[bitchprince]

Arthur watched the spectacle for a few seconds before striding up and purposefully reaching for the hilt of the blade. "That's enough," he said, "You'll lose the arm at the rate you're going."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't--" Dinah tried to protest, then grimaced, because her side was already feeling stretched and like it wanted to cramp. "Fine. Sticks. I can do sticks." Or she could go stir-crazy and go outside to create a snow tunnel to the beach!

[bitchprince]

"Take the lightest eskrima you can find," Arthur said, glancing towards the rack of weapons. "And no intensive drils."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah managed not to stomp over to the rack, then sighed, grabbing one and twisting it in her left hand. Yeah, that worked. Nothing pulled there. She tried with her right arm, and that wasn't too bad, but nowhere near the usual range of motion. Light drill, fine. "Maybe I should have had Karla heal it up," she grumbled, heading for the nearest practice dummy.

[bitchprince]

"Maybe you should," Arthur agreed, idly, "But there's no way you're doing your usual drills in this state, and the longer I keep you in here, the least likely you are to hurl yourself off a cliff for a thrill."

Arthur, as Merlin would put it, only did that if he felt like he had something to prove. Which in Arthur's opinion was totally better.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I would wear a parachute first," Dinah said with dignity. Or something approaching it. "Or if it was a really short cliff."

Left hand. Whap-whap-whappity-whap! Right hand. Whap-whap--okay, slower. Damnit. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap.

[thatsamilkshake]

< Merlin's birthday. Crap. >

Followed almost immediately as you do by:

< Hi. Good Morning. >

[bitchprince]

Merlin's birthday?

Arthur was trying to be a Good... whatever they were. He couldn't be held accountable for having trouble with dates.

[thatsamilkshake]

< Was Sunday. > She actually had stopped by Merlin's room for 'bring Katchoo by this weekend' purposes, but wasn't exactly surprised when he wasn't there.

[bitchprince]

He was busy Sunday.

Cryptic text was... decidedly cryptic.

Right. Let me think.

[thatsamilkshake]

< I figured. >

'My girlfriend that I'm still working up the gonads to actually call that is still a rabbit and I'm pretty sure I know exactly how YOU were keeping warm, FML' text was... decidedly understated but still held an edge of crank.

< Couldn't have had much of a party then anyway. This week instead? >

[bitchprince]

Arthur was unable to pick up an 'edge' of any emotion, so he shrugged that first one off. If you insist, he wrote back, idly (while already planning out what in god's name to get the boy), Thursday. No question mark, no.

[thatsamilkshake]

< Thursday's good. > Francine was well aware he wasn't asking, but it didn't hurt to pretend he had. < I'll cook. >

[bitchprince]

Excellent. Have Taste of Thai send over some of that mango rice as well. What else? We'll need a venue.

Be glad he was sort-of-asking, Francine. This had the potential to go very much overkill.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin was certainly not there late. Not at all. He was just... fashionable.

Yes.

And more than happy to have heat again. Even if he was drinking hot cocoa.

[bitchprince]

"Don't spill any of that over the floor!"

Arthur was very Arthur today. As one does.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...It's in a mug."

[bitchprince]

"It's you," Arthur retorted, squinting at him. "I'd ask where you were, but I'm acquainted with your idea of punctuality by now."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Owain needed to be fed!" And snuggled. Hence the scratches on Merlin's neck.

[bitchprince]

"Did you try to snuggle the vicious hunting bird again?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...no."

[bitchprince]

"I really wonder," Arthur said, idly, "How you manage to survive."