Everything But The Monkey, Sunday Afternoon

[bitch_prince]

Arthur hadn't planned on doing this back when he was still vaguely confident that he would soon return to Camelot. But the time for that had come and passed, he felt homesick, and he had little to do. None of these were unusual conditions, as he'd had them for quite some time by now.

But today, these conditions met each other somewhere in the middle, clashed, and came up with--

"Too small," Arthur judged, peering down into one container full of puppies. So that was plastics, then.

[[ arthur's here with one and locked, but open for your pet needs ]]