Room 325, Tuesday Evening

[bitchprince]

It had been a good, long, productive day, especially at the reserves, and Arthur had retired to his room with a copy of Le Chemin de France and a bowl of grapes. And his Blackberry. His Blackberry was of some importance tonight. After all, he was still, technically, working.

That is to say he was calling Zack every hour on the dot just to check if he was still running. At the rate things were going, Arthur was starting to contemplate simply telling him to keep going until morning and see if it held.

Sir Dinadan, had he been present, would have had so many things to say, but this was a G-rated post.

[[ half-open door, open post, sure ]]

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[bitchprince]

Arthur brushed his own bangs out of his eyes. His hair was getting long again, he noted. "It's a possibility," he said, "Would you really have been as quick to abandon SOLDIER? Does Angeal hold a greater loyalty?"

[puppy_fair]

"I..." And now Zack was frowning, deeply. "I stand by my friends," he settled on. "I think that's part of what that honor he always talks about really means. That you do what's right, when it needs to be done. For ShinRa, for the people you care about, whichever. You stand by what you need to stand by, otherwise, what's the point?"

[bitchprince]

"It's not always that simple."

Long, long pause.

"Anyway, maybe you're of more use right where you are. And I don't mean 'scrambling around the countryside nearly cracking open your own skull like an idiot'."

[puppy_fair]

"Not even if I'm scrambling around the countryside on your orders?"

It was an attempt at levity. Zack kinda sucked at those, sometimes.

[bitchprince]

"If you were following my orders properly, you'd be hiking, not risking your neck," Arthur said, charitably.

[puppy_fair]

"What, by climbing rocks? It was one mis-step. I can handle it."

Okay, so maybe most people couldn't. Most people probably couldn't jump just about as high as he'd nearly fallen from at a standstill, either. Zack tended to forget these things sometimes.

[bitchprince]

"You'd better," was Arthur's only verdict.

He pursed his lips. "I'll talk to you in an hour," he said, finally. "Pizza or not, you'd better still be going by then."