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bitchprince) wrote2009-01-11 02:00 pm
bitchprince) wrote2009-01-11 02:00 pm
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Room 303, Sunday Afternoon
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! ]]
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! ]]