Room 303, Sunday Morning

Feb. 1st, 2009 07:18 am
Arthur hated the whole damned world. And mornings. And sunlight. And anything that moved. And Hannibal. He hated Hannibal quite a lot.

He supposed he had to give Merlin a free pass for getting him some water the previous night (it had been Merlin, right?), but otherwise, not a single creature living or dead escaped his hatred.

He shoved the covers over his head and resolved to get up some time between in a million years and never.

[[ open room is an open post, yay! door's closed! ]]
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Room 303, Sunday Afternoon

Jan. 11th, 2009 02:00 pm
Arthur pushed open the door to his quarters with a grunt. After summarily beating up Hannibal in the wake of the latter's challenge earlier that week, he felt a bit better about his abilities. Soon, he'd be able to lapse back into a regular exercise regimen.

Of course, he had to take the screaming pain in the still-tender flesh of his left shoulder with it. "That went well," he grunted. He sat down on the bed.

[[ door's closed but post is open, especially for the fake roomie and servant! ]]
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