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bitchprince) wrote2009-02-14 12:29 am
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Room 303, Saturday Morning
Arthur still wasn't entirely sure how he'd come to this arrangement, except that she had been remarkably straightforward, which was both a novelty and meant she wasn't looking for any courting. One delusion-induced brush with elopement had been more than enough for him in his lifetime (well, most likely shorter than that, considering his position, but still) and so far, his efforts to avoid it had been... efficient.
As he stirred in bed, he hoped to God she'd be as straightforward about getting out in the morning, however.
Arthur, as Morgana oft-remarked, was such a romantic.
[[ for the girl and the manservant at first, but can be is open after! ]]
As he stirred in bed, he hoped to God she'd be as straightforward about getting out in the morning, however.
Arthur, as Morgana oft-remarked, was such a romantic.
[[ for the girl and the manservant at first
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What? He was wearing the sheets, here.
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She needed a cigarette, a nap, and to call everyone she'd ever met. Possibly not in that order.
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"The punch was good."
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"Why would punch get me out of my duties?"
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He was just glad to have had a moment to get to his room first to change.
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