Francine Peters (
thatsamilkshake) wrote2010-05-03 12:11 pm
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Room 407: Early Monday Afternoon
Arthur's room had been empty, and Francine hadn't been especially surprised by that after getting through the entire crazy graduation ceremony more or less intact had left them hoping, then this morning had brought...this morning. Still, she was hoping the knock on the door to Merlin's would produce something besides silence. "They're not here either," she said, shifting the stack of covered dishes in her arms.
[OOC: Le room modded with permission, for the girl and then (eventually) the rest of the Clustre du Fucque. Warning for ... general Wrongness and some degree of NWS.]
[OOC: Le room modded with permission, for the girl and then (eventually) the rest of the Clustre du Fucque. Warning for ... general Wrongness and some degree of NWS.]
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She, however, had no compunction about putting her hand on the doorknob, giving it a twist, and then nudging the door the rest of the way open with her foot. Hadn't been locked; that wasn't much of a surprise either.
And because she could cover the morning's events, the sight of the empty room, and the question of where the hell the guys were all in one succint little syllable: "Damn."
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"Still 'hunting,' I guess." Now that her hands were free, she could do the air-quotes, though what they were air-quotes for, Francine had only the vaguest guess. She kind of assumed in this case that hunting meant stomping around the woods and punching trees. "I wish..." Sigh.
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"I know, honey," she said quietly. As bad as she felt about the whole thing, she didn't want to let them go, either, and then there was feeling bad about that: it was a recipe tailor-made for a good brood.
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To distract herself, Francine glanced around at what was left of the room, with Merlin's possessions mostly stripped of it. "I wonder if he packed the Book," she muttered inanely. "If he didn't, he should. Not like I can't buy another."
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Yeah.
And now that meant she was going to poke around the room in search of said book, under the bed and everything.
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*mods shaelessly*"For all you know it's a cookb-- Chewie!no subject
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Plus it was something to do to keep from moping, and might kill a little time while waiting, and . . . yeah, just go with it. It was better than moping.
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'Hunting' was done with, and Arthur was headed for a room that wasn't his own for. Well. His own reasons. With some company.
He felt worn down and exhausted and desperately in need of something good, and so he gave the door a shove. "We're here."
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That door was sloooowly opening.
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Don't ask why, since the food on the desk made a perfectly good reason for being here. Maybe, oh, because they both currently had their heads shoved in Merlin's closet?
Oh look, there went the arm-flail.
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Nothing for it now but for Katchoo to grab Francine by the scruff of the neck and, as if there hadn't been any irony at play before, drag them both into the closet and shut the door.
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As soon as Merlin was in, Arthur shut the door.
And maybe boxed him in a bit. Against that door.
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Nothing to mind here at all.
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He hummed his assent, gripping the boy's hips tightly.
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Though the way her shoulders were starting to shake it might be trending latter-ward.
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Arthur kissed him, instead, nudging his legs apart with his knee. Proximity was a good thing: right here right now, something that wasn't some semblance of a desperate hell or purgatory or whatever the hell you called this place when you were better with poetry than Arthur was.
He let his knuckles graze along the skin just under Merlin's shirt. That was an answer, right?
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"Okay," Merlin replied, tugging up on Arthur's shirt before they could get back to kissing.
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