Room 312, Sunday morning

[blondecanary]

For a week without monsters or various magic since Monday, it'd still had its fair share of weird. Talks with Merlin and Cal being the weirdest. Talking with Leto hadn't been un-weird either. Or signing up for whatever team Arthur was putting together. Still, Blysse-- no, Firekeeper-- was back, and seeing Simon yesterday had been nice

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[bitch_prince]

Somebody else was prowling. Namely, the lion formerly known as Arthur. His ability not to give in to petty taunting seemed to have gone along with his thumbs (as yesterday's escapade with Chuck had proven) and so he found no trouble at all with...

Perching regally in Dinah's doorway.

[blondecanary]

Dinah didn't notice anything at first, absorbed in her computer, until Camille started yowling and hissing, then she spun her chair around with, "What's wrong, sweetie, do you see--"

Um. Lion! Big lion!

"--something?" She froze, eyes huge, while Camille stalked down the bed, meowing threats. Oh my god we're invaded again and I don't have a weapon!

[bitch_prince]

Without waiting for any other response, Arthur merely barged into the room. He didn't even bother to growl. Instead, he advanced on Dinah. And advanced. And advanced. And...

Found himself horribly distracted by something gleaming. He broke off for the boot.

He was going to be very embarrassed about this come tomorrow.

[blondecanary]

Dinah had been about to scream as it got closer, and closer, and she could almost feel its breath as she started to inhale for her death scream because oh my god holy crap LION! when suddenly, the great big humongous Death Kitty was pouncing on her favorite pair of leather boots. The ones with the buckles that went up to her knees.

"...uh." Okay, no screams from down the hall, and what were the odds of a lion getting into the dorms when the zombies couldn't, and-- "Hey. Hey! No, c'mon, those are my favorites!"

[bitch_prince]

Arthur held no mercy. Arthur knew no mercy. No, what Arthur knew were patented large leather boots that tasted slightly chewy in a way that wasn't too bad on his tongue, actually. Any minute now, he was going to realise he was chewing on footware, but that minute was not now.

When she began to make noise, he merely growled at her, clearly implying he'd bite her head off if she tried.

[blondecanary]

"Okay, okay." Any plans to try and yank the boots away were immediately shelved as Dinah watched the lion in exasperation and fascination. Big. Prettttty. TEETH. "Well, this is... random." Ordinary Sunday, doing your homework, a lion comes in and snacks on your boots. It was like living in a kid's book.

Camille didn't see it that way, and was gathering herself to spring from the bed down onto the lion. Dinah hastily grabbed her mid-leap with her TK, and floated the kitten over to her, still spitting hostility (My room! My bed! My girl! My boots, bootlicker!).

"Do I know you?" Dinah asked, once she had Camille secured. 'Cause you had to wonder around this place.

[bitch_prince]

At the question, Arthur merely eyed her.

A moment later, he'd spat the boot out at her so he could begin savaging the other with nice, big chews. She could find an answer somewhere else.

[blondecanary]

Maybe they were an appetizer? Maybe she should leave? Dinah eyed the lion, still between her and the door, and tried to remember what she'd heard about predator instincts and how you're not supposed to move too much or make any high-pitched noises. Could she even TK something that big and snarly away from her?

"Oh, nice, both of them? Those were a reward! Dude...." Dinah mourned, half-convinced this was another student now. "It's just property," she muttered aloud, remembering what she'd said to Leto. "You can replace it, and, and..." Man, this was so annoying on top of the terrifying. "Blind Seer has way better manners. You should just know that."

[bitch_prince]

When Arthur finally let go of the boot, there was very little left of it. It was covered in drool, there were holes, the buckles were non-existent, and the lion that had just chewed on it was looking very self-satisfied indeed.

He was also eying the cat.

[blondecanary]

"No!" Dinah stood up on her chair and held Camille, tail lashing and her claws trying to reach the huge, big, smirky lion, way the heck up over her head. "Not for eating!"

[bitch_prince]

Arthur rose mightily. He stretched his regal (well, half-maned, since he was still a teenager, but hush) head high, and roared at the cat.

That being done, he turned back towards the door, his tail twitching, his mission done.

[blondecanary]

You better run! was Camille's comment.

"...bye?"

Holy crap, that was loud. Ears ringing, Dinah waited a minute before slumping down onto the chair, still staring at the door.

"Somebody," she told Camille, "has real entitlement issues. Just saying."