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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 ]]
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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Let's just not bring his hair back into this. "But it's good to hear from you."
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"And I didn't know anyone was trying to kill them."
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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.]
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Fandom had killed that confidence.
"I take it that's not something you want to do."
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Which meant he was trying to justify the travel but wasn't sure he could. Someone had final exams.
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Yeah, like he'd do that. (Well, not if schoolbooks were involved.) "... but if you're going to twist my arm..."
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Of the Arthurian school.
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His glance to the books was becoming a glare. Arthur logic made sense when it involved something Romeo wanted to do anyhow.
"... Nothing would stop me from writing on the plane."
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"Fine. Cold. Rainy." Romeo perked up ... perhaps a millimeter. "I finally speak enough Japanese to be trusted to shop on my own."
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It wasn't a girly question. Arthur was sometimes a bit of a clotheshorse. But only sometimes.
For all he knew, Romeo had found interesting new foodstuffs.
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He hadn't bought. He had just stared.
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