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 ]]

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[bitchprince]

Arthur frowned a little, because that was odd. "Are you having a fit of some kind?"

[future_sandworm]

"No," Leto said, his voice distant. "Just bad memories."

[bitchprince]

Arthur narrowed his eyes at him. "Sometimes you worry me," he said, vaguely, then shook it off. "But whatever. Horses. I need to find some."

[future_sandworm]

Laughing, Leto replied: "I'm sorry if I make you concerned. And as I said, I can't help you with the horses."

Then he paused, threw another thoughtful glance out of the window. "I should go and find Alice."

[bitchprince]

"I realise that," he said, dryly. "Merely a statement of intent. I wouldn't want to strain your faculties." Pause. "Offer her my well-wishes?"

[future_sandworm]

Ignoring the first comment, Leto grinned. "I will." And he left the room to his roommate.