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bitchprince) wrote2010-01-16 05:18 pm
bitchprince) wrote2010-01-16 05:18 pm
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Room 325, Saturday Morning
Arthur was not always the most elegant to rise.
Especially not when he had someone's hands stuck in his armpits and the blanket was half-off the bed and the usual 'privacy time now' bowl of peanuts outside had frozen overnight (he was going to swear up a storm afterward about having to pay the squirrels extra for the privacy).
"Bloody hell," Arthur said - that was good morning, of a kind. "Who left the window open?"
The lack of lights wasn't nearly as impressive.
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Especially not when he had someone's hands stuck in his armpits and the blanket was half-off the bed and the usual 'privacy time now' bowl of peanuts outside had frozen overnight (he was going to swear up a storm afterward about having to pay the squirrels extra for the privacy).
"Bloody hell," Arthur said - that was good morning, of a kind. "Who left the window open?"
The lack of lights wasn't nearly as impressive.
[[ to him who is here ]]