Invasion of the Fourth Kind. Royalty. [Complete]

[pratronise]

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Location: Dorm room B-31
Time: Evening, after classes
Content: Despite being roommates for the past few months, Kanda has yet to say one word to Arthur. Clearly, this is not acceptable.
Format: Starts third but can flip like a fishhook.
Warnings: Pratliness, severe breaching of the room's

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[lotusofsteel]

Kanda looked up at the movement, mouth thinned out in a line. He wasn't aiming to break the silence, but Arthur's insistant nagging was annoying.

"Why are you on this side of the room?"

[pratronise]

"Oh, thank God, I was beginning to believe you were mute," Arthur exclaimed, not at all sounding like he was thanking any entity, God or otherwise.

Actually, he sounded rather sarcastic.

[lotusofsteel]

Kanda turned to face him, and crossed his arms, ignoring the statement.

"Well?"

[pratronise]

'Why are you on this side of the room?' and 'Well?' were hardly acceptable first words to the person you plan to spend the next few years snoring next to. Was a bit of courtesy too much to ask for?

"Hello," Arthur said slowly, eyebrows raised as if he were talking to a particularly difficult person that just refused to catch onto his rather obvious etiquette cues. "I'm Arthur Pendragon. The roommate you're sharing this room with, in case you had no idea who that perfectly healthy specimen of a warrior sleeping in that bed over there was. I'm glad that we finally get to talk. Now your turn."

[lotusofsteel]

Kanda's expression betrayed he wasn't impressed in the least. Of course, they hadn't talked properly before, but he hadn't seen the need to do so at all. He didn't like to talk. Didn't want to talk to people. It made life easier if he could just be left alone.

But people like this defeated the purpose of that. Like the extreme mental defects of permanent meditation. It gave him a bloody headache.

"I already know your name. You put quite a lot of effort of saying it outloud when no one cares to listen. Do you like the sound of your own voice that much?"

[pratronise]

"Well, pardon me for acting like a normal human being and introducing myself. Heaven forbid that I do the polite thing. Do you hate interacting with others that much? You're in the wrong institution if that's the case, you know."

And not heeding any warning signs of 'KEEP THE FRICK AWAY' that Kanda was possibly projecting, Arthur plopped onto the unoccupied side of Kanda's bed as if it were his own. Only after copious prods, adjustments of pillows, and one fluff later did the look of distaste leave his expression.

[lotusofsteel]

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Kanda turned slowly at the other's actions, and raised an eyebrow. His headache was kind of persistant too.

"I like my solitude. What part of this conversation meant you could make yourself comfortable on my bed?"

[pratronise]

Arthur raised an eyebrow at Kanda, finding his expression and body language eerily similar to someone else's. Not sure who though.

"Well, you're talking to me, aren't you?" Because clearly, that meant Arthur could take all the liberties he wanted. "Besides," Arthur continued, propping a forearm on his upraised knee. "There's certain," Arthur waved his other hand, "benefits to having a good relationship with your dorm mate."

[lotusofsteel]

Kanda couldn't for the life of him understand why that had anything to do with Arthur sitting on his bed. Well, naturally, it didn't, so there was nothing to understand.

"If I haven't heard of them already and tried gaining them, I'm sure I can do without them."

[pratronise]

He certainly could not!

"What kind of a logic is that? Would you forgo ice cream if you've never tasted it before? Or discard a fighting skill just because you've never seen its use? What kind of a life is that?"

[lotusofsteel]

Well... the fighting may have been a plus. Maybe. But not--

"I don't like sweets." How would that be a benefit anyway?

[pratronise]

Arthur stared at Kanda. "Really? Well..." Arthur was somewhat fond of sweetcakes himself, but rarely indulged in consuming it to keep his body fighting fit. He'd seen Kanda's sword before, so he knew Kanda understood that aspect of their regimen but really. No sweets? None at all?

"Your life is kind of boring, isn't it?" Arthur flat panned.

[lotusofsteel]

Yes, really. Was that difficult to understand? He didn't like it. If anything, the closest he'd come to it was fruit. And that was at least healthy.

"Life is boring," Kanda answered, just as flat. Really. Sweets? "I'd rather stand on a log for a week straight." Which was a dark joke. But Arthur would probably not understand it.

[pratronise]

And he didn't understand it. Unless it was some sort of training ritual, in which case, Arthur will declare that he can do it better.

"Only to those who haven't lived it. As...you...so obviously haven't. Really, Kanda. A log?" Someone needed a trip to Disney World. "Look. Perhaps a trade is in order then. Are you prepared to hear me out, at least?"

It was a hastily hatched plan, but relatively sound. At the very least, if this worked well, Arthur would not need to store his valuables in blade-proofed containers.

[lotusofsteel]

Kanda rolled his eyes at that. "Nevermind." He wasn't in the mood for talking about his meditation training from Tibet.

Whatever Arthur had in mind, Kanda doubted he'd find it interesting, but if he didn't listen to the suggestion, he had a feeling he'd be prodded with it until he did listen. Which made it better to just hear him out. For now.

"Fine. What?"

[pratronise]

All right, fine. If Kanda didn't want to share his experiences at imitating a frog, that's not Arthur's problem.

Arthur grinned, managing to keep the smugness toned to a minimum as he outlined the basics of his plan.

"I'll connect you with the interesting things in life, new experiences, opportunities, so on and so forth. You, in exchange, will need to speak with me every day, using no less than ten sentences consisting of a subject, verb, predicate, et cetera. And, you won't argue with me when I tell you something is good for you. And you will never, ever take a blade to my belongings. Are we clear on that?"