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 ]]

Comments

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Heck yes. If Dinah could deal with it every day, Arthur shouldn't wimp out.

"I'll stop if you come out. Just for ten seconds," Dinah bargained. "Otherwise I'll sing. They have a song for this. 'I Enjoy Being a Girl.'" She didn't sing it. Yet.

[bitchprince]

Arthur wasn't usually a bloody girl. It felt a lot like a personal blow to his pride.

The door did open just enough to reveal his head and some of his (still relatively broad) shoulder. "Dinah," he said again, "If you do not leave now, then I will make sure you'll have to hobble home. Are you satisfied?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"No. Damnit, you're still taller than me," Dinah said, half-dismayed. "How is that fair? I bet you still have more muscle tone too. And I was going to challenge you to a real spar like this." She gave the eye that was visible a 'bitch please' look. "But kind of impossible if you don't come out."

[bitchprince]

"I'm not going to spar you," Arthur told her, exasperated. "You're still a girl, and I'm not."

Nevermind that his center of balance was now nowhere to be found.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"In your head you're not," Dinah had to agree. Dealing with Jack and Jill and Cal had broadened her horizons a lot, the last year. "Your body's much closer to mine now though. Still? Hey, when I turn into a guy--" Said as if, hey, when I get a new sword or hey, when it's New Year's, inevitable but just a ways off, "--will you spar with me then? You will, right?"

[bitchprince]

"If you can manage to do it standing up straight," he said, magnanimously.

It sounded like one of his usual taunts.

Considering how long it had taken him to figure out how to get his swagger back, it was actually a real concern.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah frowned, not getting it for a minute, then rolled her eyes so hard they were nearly all whites. "Oh, please! If you can do it, I can. It'd just be a matter of protection." She gave him a narrow-eyed, considering look. "And I bet you're gonna say you won't be a giiiirl long enough to even try fighting with that chest." She pointed at the breasts in question. "I'd loan you a sports bra if you weren't sulking."

[bitchprince]

"I am not sulking," he said, succinctly, "But you are leaving."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Fine. Whatever." Dinah turned on her heel, keeping her word. "Every other guy turns into a girl, you're the one in your room, you define it."

[bitchprince]

"Sanity," he called after her, "Which is something you don't have."

And then he shut the door.