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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[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?"