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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[bitchprince]

Arthur watched her go, then shook his head.

"One," he said, "That was a waste of ten perfectly good minutes. Two," and he glanced at Leto, "'I didn't mean to make you upset'? You are such a girl."

[future_sandworm]

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."

[bitchprince]

"My kingdom for a hug," Arthur said, a bit dryly. "She can choose her friends as she likes; her friends simply have to make more thought-out decisions."

[future_sandworm]

"That," Leto replied, "Seems even less likely to happen in this place."

[bitchprince]

Arthur shot him a look.

And then he snickered rather hard.

"A very good point," he said.