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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[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."

[withoutverona]

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."

[bitchprince]

"No," Arthur informed the phone, which was about as much detail as he wanted to go into about that misadventure, "It's not. So I can't begrudge them trying to help the teal deer, cursed or not."

[withoutverona]

"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.

[bitchprince]

"I just know they're gathering money," he said, shrugging a bit, "But it's in a good cause. I'm sure there's some kind of feast involved. Don't be a boor," AKA, don't leave Arthur to be bored, bad things happened, "You should come."

[withoutverona]

"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..."

[bitchprince]

"Well, what else would you be doing with your weekend if you weren't down here annoying us all?" he asked, cheerfully. He did enjoy a good argument (if he knew he was going to get his way). "No one's arms need to be twisted, it's just logic."

Of the Arthurian school.

[withoutverona]

"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."

[bitchprince]

Arthur pursed his lips, resettling as he thought about that. "Indeed," he said at last, "It shouldn't be impossible to share your duties at home with your duties to your fellows down here, unless it involves hard labour." Sure, go and be practical about it. "Or unless someone's depending on you to do it there and then."

[withoutverona]

"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."

[bitchprince]

Arthur shrugged - audibly so this time - and said, "There's always worth in following one's duties. It's just that one's duties don't always preclude feasts, which is exactly why I will be expecting you here this weekend."

[withoutverona]

"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."

[bitchprince]

"Good," he said, with finality, pleased that the world had shaped itself the way it should once more. "So how's Tokyo?"

[withoutverona]

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."

[bitchprince]

"And what have you shopped for?"

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.

[withoutverona]

"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.

[bitchprince]

"No," Arthur said, giving that an eyeblink's thought. "No, I did not. What?"