Room 303, Wednesday Morning

[bitchprince]

Arthur was in his room and p-- all right, he wasn't packing. Someone else had dealt with that before. He was, however, preparing himself for a trip off into a place he didn't know and he'd weeded every trace of red and gold out of what clothes he was wearing. Just in case anyone out there would make a target out of him for it.

Still, with that done, he still had some time, and he'd already managed salle practice for the morning. Ergo, he propped himself up on his bed with something to read.

Predictably, it had a lot to do with 21st century firearms strategy.

[[ open post, open door ]]