Room 303, Friday Morning

[bitchprince]

Arthur was in a mood.

This wasn't much different from usual - Arthur had any number of moods that varied wildly in intensity and contents but could all, generally, be classified as moods.

However, this was, to use the local vernacular, a really fucking big one.

As was evident by the way he shoved open the door to his room. The way he'd woken up had not been ideal, and so far, it seemed to be sticking. At least he'd gotten his clothes to cover him well enough, and the island had granted him a body that could be called Amazonian and that matched his male swagger well enough, but still.

He was a girl. A bloody girl.

He shut the door behind him, then threw himself at the bed. He had no intention of leaving. Even if he'd sort of have to, for class. The ceiling received a vast smattering of interesting curses across several languages; then he gave up on that, falling silent.

He was not going to grope himself. No. He was, however, going to very, very reluctantly leave a voicemail, and then possibly threaten Morgana with death if she ever, ever mentioned this to father. Ever. Oh god.

[[ door closed, but post open ]]

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[bitchprince]

"I'm still not certain the school isn't staffed with a secret army of sorcerors out to grind our pride into the dirt," he said.

He didn't sound particularly amused by that, no.

[bitten_notshy]

"I hope this isn't all meant to be some kind of learning experience," Jack bitched. "Life has enough of those without ... armies of sorcerors."

Which, frankly, was an idea that sounded paranoid to Jack, but it wasn't as if he could disprove the theory.

[bitchprince]

He should come meet Arthur's father one day. Really.

"Why, are you learning anything yet?" Arthur was not at all happy to encourage any co-bitching. No. "Because I just learned it gets drafty when you're a woman."

[bitten_notshy]

"I learned I don't know how to braid hair," Jack said, tugging on one lock. "How do they put up with it in their faces all the time, anyhow?"

He tilted his head. "Drafty from the skits?" And that was why he was staying with his trousers, thank you.

[bitchprince]

"Drafty as in my nightshirt was the only thing that fit," he muttered. "Whatever this magic is, it'd best pass quickly and leave some of our pride intact."

[bitten_notshy]

"What did Francine say?" Jack wondered, not touching Arthur's need for sartorial advice. The man had a valet. "About how long this will last, that is. Not about your clothing selection."

[bitchprince]

Well, that's why he'd called in Morgana, of course.

... Mind, if you really, truly asked Arthur, he was convinced everyone was meant to do his bidding.

"She said it usually only lasts a day," he offered.

[bitten_notshy]

"A day," Jack shrugged. "I suppose I can tolerate it that long. If it goes on beyond that, I may just go to Vancouver."

And, probably, never have sex with Tony again even if he didn't kill him, what with the wizard's distaste for girl-shaped things, but that really wasn't Arthur's concern.

[bitchprince]

Arthur could understand that to the point where girl-shaped things were often very irritating, but he'd fail to understand the distaste for the shape in particular.

But enough of hypothetical conversations.

"I would suggest keeping to your room," he said.

[bitten_notshy]

"I was planning on it," Jack said firmly. Though there were people he wanted to see, and --

He'd try to stay in his room. For a while.

"I'll see you when you're back to yourself again," he decided, moving toward the door.

[bitchprince]

"Good work in Vancouver," Arthur called after him, although he had no intention to inquire after certain specifics.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack took the time to say a genuine "Thank you" before slipping back out.

Certain specifics did not need to be discussed. Ever.