bitchprince ([personal profile] bitchprince) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2010-01-18 05:11 pm
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The Salle, Monday Morning

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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[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2010-01-19 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course," Merlin replied dryly. "I'm sure."

[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-01-19 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm glad we agree."

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2010-01-19 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps I ought to start dressing like you then."

[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-01-19 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Please," Arthur scoffed, "You could never pull it off. Look at you. You're scrawny."

Which he actually liked on the days it didn't make him wonder if Merlin had ever even eaten as a child.

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2010-01-19 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
"I have those... trousers you made me get! They're about as tight as your leathers," Merlin replied.

[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-01-19 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, which had been on purpose and a stellar stroke of good thinking on Arthur's part. "I was talking about the shirts," he said. He did not say 'you can pull off the trousers', but he didn't say he couldn't, either.

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2010-01-19 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"...What's wrong with my shirts?" Other than being large on a fat man.
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