bitchprince ([personal profile] bitchprince) wrote2009-02-16 09:04 am

Room 303, Monday Afternoon

Between training Dinah, getting his own body back into shape- neglecting it for a few weeks hadn't done too much damage, but there was still some to make up for- and navigating the increasingly familiar strangeness of this place, Arthur's days were slowly filling up with things to do.

However, that didn't mean that at some indefinable point in the afternoon, he wouldn't find himself bored as all hell, sitting down on his bed. The idea that he had no duties here but going to class wasn't nearly as nice as some may have thought.

Nevermind the enduring trouble in getting home. He was attempting to speed up the healing of his arm with his mind by now.

[[ open door, open room! ]]

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2009-02-16 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"He didn't shout!" Dinah immediately realized that she was maybe jumping to conclusions, and said, "At least. I don't think anyone shouted. Who might have said something. Did he? In a totally platonic and protective way that was just a little bit off-target and okay, key change, right?"

Pling!
future_sandworm: (Gaze)

[personal profile] future_sandworm 2009-02-16 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dinah's friend Tony accused me of behaving disrespectfully towards her," Leto told Arthur, giving him a look that clearly stated he found that statement silly. "Mainly on the grounds that I should have announced who shared my bed before even starting a conversation. Also, the language he used was enough to warrant a challenge, had I been in the mood for that."

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2009-02-16 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"We don't have challenges any more! Just fistfights!" Dinah was on the verge of flailing, and said, "And he was being chivalrous and honorable and stuff, saying that to Leto when he didn't know if he'd beat him up, and same with Priestly getting in your face about his principles, and okay, it's not the smartest, but they're guys." She took a breath, and bent to play another chord. "Like you're both guys. God. You should get each other better."
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[personal profile] future_sandworm 2009-02-16 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Leto looked at Arthur. "Clearly he wouldn't be worth the trouble to challenge, besides I don't want to kill him." Then he looked at Dinah. "I find we do understand each other quite well." Yes, the misinterpretation was deliberate.

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2009-02-16 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"I give up. You both hurt my head. I suck at debate, my friends are cool, even the really annoying ones," Dinah said, shooting them both looks as she handed the baliset back to Leto and got up. "And I never ever want to be royalty or nobility or a guy! Thank you for the lesson and I'm outta here, bye."
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[personal profile] future_sandworm 2009-02-16 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Leto took the instrument and rose from his seat. "Dinah," he said. "Please, I didn't mean to make you upset." Not too upset, anyway. Sometimes she was clearly quite sensitive.

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2009-02-16 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Dinah blinked, then grinned. Then finally had the nerve to hug him, as hard as she could. "You didn't, not really. I just get frustrated. Better I leave before I flail more." She turned and made a face at Arthur. "Like that, seeee?"

Then she let go of Leto and called over her shoulder, "Later, guys."

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[personal profile] future_sandworm 2009-02-16 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Leto looked back at him. "It made her finally give me a hug without blushing," he pointed out. "But Dinah clearly needs to choose her friends with more care."
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[personal profile] future_sandworm 2009-02-16 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"That," Leto replied, "Seems even less likely to happen in this place."