The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitch_prince]

His bruises had faded to a point where he could train again, so Arthur was, as usual, back in the salle to go through his morning routine, and to deal with his regulars as they showed themselves

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[withoutverona]

It was a crowded salle by the time Romeo shut the shop for a break and made his way back through town. He flashed a slight smile at the activity, then took a place on the mats to stretch out.

"Good morning, Arthur."

[bitch_prince]

"Romeo. Good morning," Arthur replied. He sounded almost chipper. Not that he welcomed the busywork as a distraction, or anything (nevermind not that Romeo was easier to deal with than the flocks of women he seemed to be attracting in here, and not for the right reasons). "You've survived the alligators all right?"

And if they had time to spare, Romeo could maybe explain to him how this 'text' thing really worked. Reno did have to be kept informed.

[withoutverona]

"I didn't go out much, just shot a few around the grounds and entirely handwavily" Romeo admitted, sounding a little ashamed of himself. "So I survived through that clever route. Did your reserves get put to good use?"

[bitch_prince]

"We took care of the main assault on the park, and Zack took to the sewers," Arthur replied, throwing one grateful nod towards the man in question if he was still there and all. "Considering that we all survived, it wasn't that bad."

Of course, the odds in Fandom were always screwy. "You did venture outside of the school, though?"

[withoutverona]

Er.

"The building, but not the grounds," Romeo clarified. In truth, he had been tired, and there was a good movie on TV, and he was sick of fighting, and ... he'd played the coward, really. No point in compounding that fault (and Romeo had no doubt it was a fault) by lying about it. "I went out long enough to try to chase a few away and then came back inside."

He tilted his head at Zack making the same assumption. "Another one I haven't met, I'm afraid. I can't imagine the leap into the sewers was much fun for anyone."

[bitch_prince]

"Ah."

There were some levels he and Romeo were never going to see eye to eye with. Mostly those involving definitions of scandal and, er, cowardice. He made a vague note of it in the back of his mind without even realising it, but shrugged it off otherwise.

"If anyone could manage to make such a thing fun," he said, making his way to the mats, "It would be Zack. You could drop a fortress on him and he'd come out smiling."

[withoutverona]

A description like that made Romeo wonder if the person in question was a little touched in the head -- his own general approach would involve coming out screaming against the fates. Still, Arthur sounded like he admired it, and the coward was not about to criticize someone who actually did something.

"That's the one thing that hasn't happened yet," he observed. "Building materials raining from the sky." A pause. "A bridge did land on Reno once, but that wasn't here."

[bitch_prince]

Arthur had been about to segue into the 'training' bit of this exercise, but...

"A bridge," he repeated, "Fell on Reno." There was a moment's facepalm. "This wasn't right around the time he blew up the only trade route into his city, by any chance?"

[withoutverona]

"Strangely enough it was exactly then," Romeo said, and there was his own facepalm at that point. "I take it he didn't bother to mention he'd been wounded when he told you the story."

[bitch_prince]

"No," Arthur replied, "He hadn't." Which didn't make the whole blowing up the trade route thing any less stupid. "But then he seems to be scarce on details as it is."

[withoutverona]

"They weren't pleasant details, from what I remember," Romeo said. "The magic healing rain saved him."

And he had some idea how that must sound to Arthur, but he had no idea what else to call it.

"I can see why it wouldn't be his first topic of conversation."

[bitch_prince]

Magic rain made a lot more sense than any other way Romeo could've phrased it, as Arthur merely nodded in complete understanding. "I suppose we should be grateful he hasn't gotten himself killed yet," he said instead. "...You know how to 'text message'?"

They might as well cover that ground while they were discussing Reno.

[withoutverona]

"... yes," Romeo said, in a tone that suggested he wondered how that fit into the conversation, or the training they were supposed to get to eventually. "is your phone still giving you problems?"

[bitch_prince]

Arthur held up the phone. It still had ensorclldt alli on it, although by now he'd managed to add a 'g' and an 'a'. "This is the right way?" he asked.

Beat.

"I'm attempting to inform Reno about our weekend."

Part of this was actual need to get the help. The other half was that there were times he needed to talk to people like Romeo lest he risk going insane. It was a thing.

[withoutverona]

"I would never try that in a text, but aye, you've the way of it," Romeo said, squinting to read the screen and deciding not to comment on the spelling. "What do you need it to say, just ensorcelled alligators, none hurt?"

[bitch_prince]

There was a beat. "Well," Arthur started, "I think the killer goldfish are something to mention as well."

His spelling was purely fumbling. Please. As if he was Merlin. Merlin put e's in places no e was ever meant to go by nature.