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Room 325, Wednesday Morning

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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"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.

"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.

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."

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

"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."

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

"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.

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

"Oh, you really don't have to worry about that," Arthur assured him. "I was rather getting the impression you missed me." No, he didn't. "Made it through Thanksgiving all right, I see."

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"Oh? How come?" Leto replied. "And as for Thanksgiving I only tried the traditional food. It wasn't that much of celebration."

"I went to New Gotham," Arthur shared, mostly because that meant his Thanksgiving had been better. "It wasn't too bad."

"Oh, with Dinah? I congratulate you on your survival." No, it didn't mean his Thanksgiving had been better. Leto had had good company.

"Mmm," he hummed, noncomittally. "I take by your reply you have tried turducken as well."

"I have," Leto said. "Quite tasty. And did you get along with Dinah's family?" He had met Helena during Parents' weekend.

"Just fine," he said, through a smile that showed a little too much teeth. "Actually, it was rather uneventful."

Leto took that to mean that Dinah's family hadn't been impressed enough with his titles or prepared to put up with a certain amount of arrogance. He could have told them it was part of the man's charm, but then he wasn't one of Arthur's favourite people either.

"So, a quiet holiday." Leto smiled. "Well, I have to leave you now, I'm afraid."

Arthur made a magnanimous gesture towards the door. "In a rush now?" he asked, "An appointment of some kind?" He was asking mostly for politeness' sake.

"Yes, I'm sorry to disappoint you." No, he didn't actually have an appointment, unless going for a walk counted. "But let me know if you need to brush up on staff fighting."

Arthur shrugged. Not like he particularly cared. "I didn't know you were interested in the quarterstaff."

"I know how to use it," Leto replied, showing about as much enthusiasm as Arthur did. Then he gave a quick nod. "I'll see you later."

He turned and walked away, heading towards the stairs.

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