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fandomhighdorms2010-03-08 07:38 am
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The Salle, Monday Morning
Arthur had woken up in a room covered in Union Jacks and smelling of poorly-made scones.
He had made an executive decision not to think about it.
He had then cleared out, taken a sword from the weapons locker, and gone straight down to the salle in order to pound some normality into being on the heads of the poor fencing dummies. He had no idea where Merlin was yet (having wanted to get out of the be-Union Jacked room as soon as possible) but he'd sent a text message (along the lines of where are you? I'm in the salle which was downright civil for his standards) and he was sort of hoping the boy could make it there to join him in his denial.
He would be here, anyway, slashing at things.
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He had made an executive decision not to think about it.
He had then cleared out, taken a sword from the weapons locker, and gone straight down to the salle in order to pound some normality into being on the heads of the poor fencing dummies. He had no idea where Merlin was yet (having wanted to get out of the be-Union Jacked room as soon as possible) but he'd sent a text message (along the lines of where are you? I'm in the salle which was downright civil for his standards) and he was sort of hoping the boy could make it there to join him in his denial.
He would be here, anyway, slashing at things.
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