Room 303, Sunday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

Arthur pushed open the door to his quarters with a grunt. After summarily beating up Hannibal in the wake of the latter's challenge earlier that week, he felt a bit better about his abilities. Soon, he'd be able to lapse back into a regular exercise regimen.

Of course, he had to take the screaming pain in the still-tender flesh of his left shoulder with it. "That went well," he grunted. He sat down on the bed.

[[ door's closed but post is open, especially for the fake roomie and servant! ]]