bitchprince ([personal profile] bitchprince) wrote2009-12-02 12:54 pm
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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 ]]
withoutverona: (from a distance)

[personal profile] withoutverona 2009-12-02 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"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."
withoutverona: (now that you mention it...)

[personal profile] withoutverona 2009-12-02 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"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."
withoutverona: (Hawaiian shirt bzuh?)

[personal profile] withoutverona 2009-12-02 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"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."
withoutverona: (white t-shirt)

[personal profile] withoutverona 2009-12-02 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.]
withoutverona: (not trusting this)

[personal profile] withoutverona 2009-12-02 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Two years ago, Romeo would have informed Arthur unicorns were extinct, if they'd ever existed at all.

Fandom had killed that confidence.

"I take it that's not something you want to do."
withoutverona: (Looking down)

[personal profile] withoutverona 2009-12-02 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do you know what they're doing?" Romeo asked -- which had been why he called, really. "The trip's long and the invitation doesn't say."

Which meant he was trying to justify the travel but wasn't sure he could. Someone had final exams.
withoutverona: (Hawaiian shirt bzuh?)

[personal profile] withoutverona 2009-12-02 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not going is not being a boor," Romeo argued, mostly for the sake of arguing. "Going when I don't want to and spending the whole weekend with my books -- that would be boorish."

Yeah, like he'd do that. (Well, not if schoolbooks were involved.) "... but if you're going to twist my arm..."
withoutverona: (reading)

[personal profile] withoutverona 2009-12-02 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Business ethics," Romeo said, glancing at the unruly stack of books on the end table. "And calculus. An economics paper, if I can make myself take pen to paper."

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."
withoutverona: (Hawaiian shirt bzuh?)

[personal profile] withoutverona 2009-12-02 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"You make it sound as if I'm doing something far nobler than trying not to fail my lessons," Romeo noted. "But no, far from impossible."
withoutverona: (Greetings from Verona)

[personal profile] withoutverona 2009-12-02 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"And attending the feast itself might be seen as a kind of duty," Romeo said, almost justifying it to himself. "All right. You'll see me."
withoutverona: (not laughing at you rly)

[personal profile] withoutverona 2009-12-02 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Arthur was an expert at bossing the world into the proper shape.

"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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[personal profile] withoutverona 2009-12-02 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"I got some new jackets," Romeo answered. "Upgraded my iPod for a red one ... and the supermarket is fascinating. Did you think chicken wings went in ice cream?"

He hadn't bought. He had just stared.