Room 303, Monday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

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! ]]

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah stuck out her tongue at Arthur, despite the risk of snark-- they weren't in the salle, he couldn't make her do anything! -- and said, "You're very welcome, Leto, and so are you, even if you can't say thank-you or hello like a normal person. I refuse to answer the other question on the ground of self-incrimination. And I'm here to hear the baliset again." Dinah gave Leto a hopeful look. "Please?"

No matter what, she'd always have better manners than Arthur. Too bad he didn't care about that.

[future_sandworm]

Leto pulled up a chair next to his own and gestured for Dinah to take a seat. "How can I resist you when you ask like that?" he said, smirking. "Although I might make you play too."

[bitchprince]

Oh, lovely, times two. Arthur succesfully resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Let's not promise anything that might cause undue harm to ears, Leto," he said instead, with a lift of his brow. "For one, at the speed she's going with those faces, her tongue may fall out."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah glared, then made a face back, and said, "You don't play it with your tongue," okay, bad image, segue to, "And thanks, Leto. I'd like to try, at least?"

[future_sandworm]

Leto gave her an amused look, raising an eyebrow. "At least not this instrument, no, and that's what I thought I'd teach you." He pucked the strings, playing a slow melody.

[bitchprince]

"No, but it may stop you singing," Arthur said, all dryness, and tilted his head at the instrument again. That, he supposed, wasn't too noisy, or at least in that tolerable area. "Is this a habit of yours?" He even managed not to sound irritable in the slightest.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Another small glare as Dinah turned red, and now, thanks Leto, mental images. Bad images. Arthur-and-Leto, which she *so* didn't want, no ack no!

Why had she thought this was a good idea, again?

"I sing well," Dinah muttered, and then tried to look attentive, watching Leto's hands. Great. More images.

[future_sandworm]

That blushing was adorable, as always. He saw her watch his hands, and continued with a variation on the melody that went a lot faster. "We would like to hear you sing, then, Dinah," Leto said, glancing at Arthur.

[bitchprince]

"Or quack," Arthur provided, and shot Leto an equal glance in return. "Can we settle on 'warble'?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Dinah pointed at him, completely distracted now. "You can't judge my singing from when I was drunk! That'd be like, like, judging Priestly's temper, from the same thing." Her eyes narrowed as she tried to think of a comeback for that. "Just for that, I should sing."

Except that for the Discovery Channel song, all the ones in her head were now flirty or dirty or both. Thanks, Leto.

[future_sandworm]

Leto would say it was all due to her own imagination.

"Please sing, Dinah," Leto encouraged her, reaching out to pull her hair away from her face. "Don't listen to Arthur. I'm sure you sing better than him."

[bitchprince]

"Probably, but I don't bother with it as a rule," Arthur said, all nonchalance. "You were singing at the dance. It's still resounding in my ears." He made a show of patting himself on the ear as if to clear it. "Have at."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Grrrr. So just for that...

"I love the mountains
I love the clear blue skies
I love big bridges
I love when great whites fly
I love the whole world
And all its sights and sounds
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da..."

Maybe a little louder than she had to.

[future_sandworm]

"See, I told you you sang better than him. And you didn't even blush." Leto threw another glance at Arthur, to see if he picked up on this, while trying to play the melody of the song on the baliset.

[bitchprince]

Arthur squinted at him at the glance, attempting to unravel that. Why would Dinah blush about singing...?

"While you're tearing down the ceiling, Dinah..." he started, then gave Leto another look. "My singing is well enough when it's needed," he said.

Which would be never, as far as he was concerned.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Which got Arthur another verse, at lower volume, and a glare.

I love the oceans
I love real dirty things
I love to go fast
I love Egyptian kings
I love the whole world
And all its craziness
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da ...

And Leto, please don't notice the blush at the double entendre there, and please don't comment, and oh man, why is she still singing, again?

[future_sandworm]

"Well, Dinah, you have kept your love of dirty things and going fast a secret," he smirked. It was too good to miss, really. "And tell me, what is so special about Egyptian kings?" He turned his head to look at Arthur. "Has she mentioned this to you?"

[bitchprince]

"No. I think Dinah," Arthur said, leaning backwards on his bed, "May have hidden depths she hasn't informed us about previously." He smirked.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah's jaw dropped, and she spluttered. "It's not that kind of song! No! I--" Okay, thinking about it now, it did sound like that kind of song, what the hell was she thinking?

"And hey! I can have depths! Which... would remain hidden. Unlike other people's."

She gave Leto a good glare for starting this mess too.

[future_sandworm]

Leto offered her the baliset. "I think it's time you tried playing this," he said, "Or I will expect to find out more about those depths." He paused. "Why are you glaring at me, Dinah?"

[bitchprince]

"Good question," Arthur said, flopping his head against the blankets so he could stare up at the ceiling. "And I'm not in the slightest inclined to ask which depths you're referring to, so carry on."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Good thing, since everyone else knows about them, even if you don't," Dinah snarked in a low voice, taking the baliset from Leto, still red. "Your depths. Not my depths. I mean." She took a breath, then determinedly said, "Hands go here, right?" And plucked one string, getting her fingers into position.

[future_sandworm]

She did remember quite well, but Leto took the opportunity to move her hands to a slightly better position, keeping his fingers around hers a little longer than necessary. "Arthur, please don't distract her."

[bitchprince]

Ignoring Leto's statement for once, decorum be dawned, Arthur's eyes suddenly went rather open. He looked at Dinah, and said, with a combination of insult, confusion and authority only a man of his time could manage, "What was that?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah jumped, then settled back down, hands in place, still blushing a little. "Um. About your depths?" She considered saying Nothing, you heard me wrong but some internal perversity made her say, "Mr. Jamison on the Radio wants your fun guests to sneak out before the squirrels wake up so he doesn't have to report on it to the whole Island. Also, the squirrels or maybe just Jamie still think you two had sex in a shack."

Not that she cared. But it was still funny. Dinah plucked another string on the baliset, looking pleased with herself.