Room 303, During The Fire Drill, Late Night Wednesday/Early Morning Thursday

[bitchprince]

There was noise. And an awful lot of it.

Of course, 'round here, there was always noise. Arthur sat up and squinted. "What," he muttered, "In the name of God?!"

He looked to his roommate for answers. There were none.

He fell back into the bed, shoving the pillow over his head. Bloody racket.

"All right, then."

[[ open for the roomie or anyone who for some godforsaken reason might want to stop by at this time of night ]]

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[bitchprince]

Arthur shot him an amused look. "I'll take a look," he said, "You'll be needing your beauty sleep."

If he was going to slog outside at this time, he felt he had at least earned the right to mock out of the deal.

[future_sandworm]

It was far too late for Leto to take much mocking. "I didn't say I would let you go alone." Well, he hadn't!

[bitchprince]

Had he just actually managed to get a rise out of Leto?

Arthur barely repressed a snicker with a good impression of a stoic face, and turned. "No one's stopping you," he said. "If we're in luck, we might even run into something dangerous on the way."

[future_sandworm]

Aware that he should perhaps have been able to control himself better, Leto followed Arthur out of the room, doing his best not to look sulky.