Room 325, Wednesday Morning

[bitchprince]

It was one of those boring mornings where he had little on his plate beyond early morning staff practice (done) and magic reserves and bothering Katchoo later on in the day. It made Arthur antsy, and being antsy was never a particularly good look on him.

That dartboard simply had to happen.

Which would explain why, for the first time, it wasn't Merlin, but rather Arthur who took to the internet on his phone. Maybe he could find one there. Maybe there was a store in town he could convince to deliver one to him. The possibilities were endless.

At least it kept him occupied. (Also? Why had no one told him about novelty mugs before?)

[[ door open, post open to visitors and phone calls and whatever, whee ]]

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[future_sandworm]

Walking past the door, Leto stopped as he saw it was open. Noticing Arthur taking a keen interest in his phone, he smirked slightly.

"Good morning," he said leaning against the doorframe.

[bitchprince]

Arthur looked up, Blackberry well in hand. "Leto," he greeted, with only a slight edge of idle, idle surprise to his voice, "You've wandered far."

Twenty whole rooms down. Really, Arthur was impressed.

[future_sandworm]

"I do go for walks sometimes," Leto pointed out. "Usually a lot further."

Was he bored? Perhaps. It was his birthday, so finding a reason to mock Arthur should be allowed.

[bitchprince]

"Really?" Arthur asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Ever make it to the end of the hallway?"

[future_sandworm]

"It does happen," he replied cheerfully. "What is so intriguing about yout phone today?"

[bitchprince]

"Oh, nothing that important," he said, regaling his phone with great attention. "Just looking into a dartboard."

If Arthur hadn't believed that it would give the man too much credit, he might have contemplated putting a picture of Leto up on it.

[future_sandworm]

"Found a new game, then?"

Leto would actually have been just a little flattered, but he would have pointed out that he himself was a lot harder to hit.

[bitchprince]

Exactly. And we couldn't have that. "Possibly," he said, neutrally. "These rooms don't offer for a great deal of fun." Beat. "The teevee does not count."

[future_sandworm]

"Really? And what are you lacking from your rooms at home?" You know, those rooms in the dark ages, without a TV.

[bitchprince]

"A large training field outside with knights to train," Arthur said, upbeat in that idle, nonchalant kind of way. "Less irritating people milling through the halls."

Room 325, Wednesday Morning

[future_sandworm]

"Clearly you are tormented," Leto noted. "And I take it the fight yesterday didn't count for much?"

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[bitchprince]

"Mat's a decent man with the staff," he said. Not as grudgingly as you'd expect. "But he's not a courtyard full of knights, I suppose. What's got you ambling around anyway?"

Listen, Leto did not tend to show up on his doorstep. He liked it that way.

Room 325, Wednesday Morning

[future_sandworm]

"Oh, I thought you might have missed me." Leto looked cheerful. No, he didn't think that.

[withoutverona]

Romeo had gotten a certain invitation and was a bit confused. Why did the deer need to be saved? They all but followed him around in the preserve. It was unsettling.

And lo, there was a ringing phone.

[bitchprince]

Which meant that Arthur's attention was momentarily snapped away from a really rather fascinating demotivational poster. He hit the take call button. "Arthur Pendragon."

[withoutverona]

"Hello, it's Romeo," came the reply. "Is anything attacking this week?"

It struck him as a reasonable place to start any conversation with someone in Fandom.

[bitchprince]

"Not unless you count the taps," Arthur said, making a face at the phone. "They kept giving off some nasty, stinking fluid yesterday."

[withoutverona]

"Alcoholic this time?" Romeo asked. "It was once. I'm not sure if that made for a very good or very bad day -- I don't remember much of it."

[bitchprince]

Arthur eyed the phone. "I didn't really see a reason to try it," he retorted.

Let's just not bring his hair back into this. "But it's good to hear from you."

[withoutverona]

"I didn't go guzzling it on purpose," Romeo returned. "... at first. And thank you. Blame the pleasure on Sam Winchester -- I got an invitation about some event on the island this weekend. I wonder what he's on about."

[bitchprince]

"Oh, the teal deer thing?" Arthur asked, leaning back to take up the proper on-the-phone position against his headboard, "I always did wonder if maybe they were cursed." Not that he had any experience with that. "I imagine they're trying to ensure none of them will be killed."

[withoutverona]

"That. I don't think they're cursed, just oddly colored," Romeo said. "There are bluish cats, aren't there?"

"And I didn't know anyone was trying to kill them."

[bitchprince]

"I tend to leave them be," he offered, "You never know with curses. I'd rather chance it on normal deer."

[withoutverona]

"Now I'm wondering what a curse from killing a teal deer could do," Romeo said.

He didn't entirely believe in curses, but he also wasn't inclined to go messing about where they were possible.

[OOC: Sorry. There was a meeting. It was epic.]

[bitchprince]

That wince might have almost been audible. "Nothing like the curse off of killing a unicorn, I hope."