[ Arthur's been out of the house all day, between work, A Pinch of Sage and his visit with the King. He hadn't told anyone he was going, but then he hadn't really planned on making the trip to begin with. More of a tense and ready for the blow before diving right in sort of thing, which is why he comes home later in the evening looking perhaps a bit worse for wear but otherwise unharmed. A little more disappointed, a little more tired.
Also standing at Morgana's door, leaning against the frame. He's got a bowl of grapes in one hand, chewing on a couple, and is throwing a couple more at her head by way of announcing his presence.
[ The lady was busy reading. The library became her favorite place as of late. Reading was something to do and Morgana needed a distraction aside of sewing.
She lifts her gaze as the second grape hits her nose, eyes Arthur, noticing he looks as if sleep has not graced him in days.
Naturally, she flings a pillow at his head as a response. ]
[ He side-steps the pillow easily, letting it fall to the floor and slide out to the hall. Merlin can deal with it later. He pops another grape into his mouth, then chucks one at her shoulder as he walks over. ]
Target practise.
[ You know, with your face. But then he comes behind her to lean over and peer down at her book. ]
I hope this isn't more poetry. I was certain my eyes would bleed from my skull after all the texts that old hag of ours forced upon me.
[ She waits until he's close enough for her to reach and lightly hit him with said book across the shoulder, stealing a grape from the bawl in the meantime. ]
I enjoyed them. You lack all refined taste.
[ Still, she moves to allow him to sit, lacking all of her usual ladylike manners. They matter little with Arthur; or at least, matters little when he's throwing grapes at her head. ]
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Also standing at Morgana's door, leaning against the frame. He's got a bowl of grapes in one hand, chewing on a couple, and is throwing a couple more at her head by way of announcing his presence.
Hello, big sister. c: ]
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She lifts her gaze as the second grape hits her nose, eyes Arthur, noticing he looks as if sleep has not graced him in days.
Naturally, she flings a pillow at his head as a response. ]
What are you doing?
[ sup bb bro, come in ]
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Target practise.
[ You know, with your face. But then he comes behind her to lean over and peer down at her book. ]
I hope this isn't more poetry. I was certain my eyes would bleed from my skull after all the texts that old hag of ours forced upon me.
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I enjoyed them. You lack all refined taste.
[ Still, she moves to allow him to sit, lacking all of her usual ladylike manners. They matter little with Arthur; or at least, matters little when he's throwing grapes at her head. ]
Sappho.