Y Stabal, Llanuwchllyn, Sunday

[bitchprince]

For some reason, Arthur was in a truly magnificent mood when he woke up.

He was mainly repressing the fact they'd have to go back to Fandom early tomorrow morning. (It would never be 'home'; if anything, this was home) So caught between sleeping in late and getting up to enjoy his surroundings some more, Arthur took the middle road and left his room halfway into the morning.

It was still a fairly beautiful morning in cold, cold Llanuwchllyn. Enjoy it.

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Comments

Re: Katchoo and Francine's Room

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Trauma? Trauma? HEY NOW. Oh, call it what you want, but she was happily going right back to it, even more determinedly than before.

Katchoo refused to let one skinny big-eared wizard be a cold shower, although she wasn't that nice that she was going to say anything to disabuse him of the notion that she might throttle him at some later point when she had clothes on.

Re: Katchoo and Francine's Room

[thatsamilkshake]

Well yes, her personal, naked, open-mouthed TRA-- "OH GOD, KATCHOO WHAT-- DO THAT AGAIN!"

...Apparently not very quiet trauma.

Re: Katchoo and Francine's Room

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Because quiet trauma wasn't any fun, thank you very much. At least, given what Katchoo was doing with her mouth at the moment, that was her opinion on the matter.

The louder the personal naked open-mouthed trauma? The hell of a lot better.