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bitchprince) wrote2010-08-11 10:48 am
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Woods Surrounding Camelot, Wednesday Morning
After the feasts of a few weeks back, Arthur had fallen into the routine he preferred above all. Training, training, and more training, interspersed with some talks about minor adjustments in grain dispersion and the occasional audience for the public, as well as the odd hunt.
But he was hunting for something else today; he was hunting for contact with Fandom, or rather, his friends both on and off it.
As it turned out, having his old routine back made his thoughts about the island far kinder than they used to be.
[[ for phone calls, yes! ]]
But he was hunting for something else today; he was hunting for contact with Fandom, or rather, his friends both on and off it.
As it turned out, having his old routine back made his thoughts about the island far kinder than they used to be.
[[ for phone calls, yes! ]]
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"A duck," he agreed. "Made a bet with one of the Rookies that she couldn't catch me off-guard, yo. Got a painted ferret and a kiddie pool fulla ducks in the kitchen to prove me wrong, yo."
Really, he'd been asking for it.
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Just laughter.
Lots of it.
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And that was why he was laughing a little, as well.
"Managed to get most of 'em out, yo. One just kinda figured it liked livin' indoors better. He gets along with the ferret good enough, at least."
And with Petey. Reno had a bit of a menagerie on the go, there, that he hadn't planned on in the first place.
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At least he had no illusions about his own level of ridiculousness, here.
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A pause. A looong pause.
"I don't imagine any of your knights could give me a challenge anytime, huh?"
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