Rumor Gal Cabin Roof, Friday Morning

[bitchprince]

The... singing with Dinah and Zack had been bad enough yesterday, and the matter with Merlin was doing his head in to the point where he'd rather ignore it, but Francine had wound up jammed in his head and he hadn't quite been able to shake it yet. Not so much because of Francine, but because he'd remembered, suddenly, the lines of his father's (not his, Shilo's) still face in death, thinking he's dead and now I'll never been able to measure up, not that he was so sure he was ever going to manage in the first place--

He was dressed by now, and ready to head down to Sir Minsc's class once the time came. He couldn't settle yet, though, and after a fruitless search for some distraction in the cabin he'd turned to the roof, where he was presently trying to drive the ghost of that song out of his mind with some of the others.

Of course, many of the others had been embarrassing and very much something to be forgotten, which meant that he was now stuck humming senseless things like Welcome to England, you've got to bring your own sun and, mindbogglingly enough, I'm the one who put the Brit in celebrity.

It was enough to drive anyone mad. Which, as it stood, actually served as a pretty bloody decent distraction. Funny how that worked.

[[ open, although with bouts of SP, woo! ]]

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[bitchprince]

"Yes," Arthur said, resorting to the good old 'rubbing my brow between two fingers' method of facepalming, "I noticed."

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Robin sat down beside him. "Though if it is a hallucination, it could be a weird effect of gremlin venom."

[bitchprince]

"I could only be so lucky," he muttered, "Were you looking for something?"

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"Bugs actually. I'm trying to keep the place insect free, cause I know how annoying they can be to humans."

[bitchprince]

"Very noble. Has it occurred to you that there might be bugs downstairs, annoying away while you're up here speaking to me?"

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Possibly delibarately Not getting the hint, Robin rose. "You're right. I should get back to it. I hope you feel better." He reached out to pat Arthur comfortingly on the arm before he left.

[bitchprince]

At the patting, Arthur shot a look at the departing frog's back that might well have spelled WTF WTF WTF in big bold letters.