onceandfutureprat | .003

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The 'laundry machines' [you can hear the quotes in his voice] are broken. Just thought everyone should know.

And, if anyone is looking for work, I have need for a manservant. You will be compensated for your time.

[ooc: The laundry machines aren't broken. Arthur's just a dope who put Pendragon red in with his white clothes and came out with some kind of pink color. The shirt he's wearing is pink. This is all Merlin's fault forever and ever amen.]

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Meet me in the gym.

[ARTHUR YOU ARE THE BEST :D] Okay. [She might be running. c:]

[He didn't run so she probably beat him there. He was curious to see how she'd do with a sword that actually was appropriate for her size.]

[Come on come on come onnnnnnn oh my gods Arthur where are you. She's started practicing on a dummy by the time he comes in, and she breaks off to dart toward him.] Are we going to spar?

[Arthur can't help but to smile at her she was being kind of adorable.]

"Let me see that sword first."

[She is not adorable she is deadly, okay, there is a difference. And she hesitates, because it's been so long since she's been without Needle, but...She holds it out, offering him the hilt.]

[He could just pinch her little cheeks.

Arthur took the sword and studied it for a moment, checking the balance and the grip before he flipped it over and handed the hilt back to her.]

"You have a good blade."

I know. [She takes it back, wondering if she can flip it like he can. She doesn't try, though, she isn't wearing gloves.] What are you going to teach me today?

"I want to see your footwork first. How quick are you to move?"

Faster than you. [She darts in, as if to jab him with her sword, then bounces back, a feint.]

[Athur's body moved like he was going to deflect it, purely on instinct when someone came at him in that manner.]

"It isn't all about speed, Cat. You have to predict where I'm coming from and avoid it." [Like now, he swung his sword at her, forcing her to either duck or lunge or be hit.]

[She jumped back again, remembering Syrio Forel and his lessons on seeing, and the kindly man's lessons on watching.]

Your body tenses up, [she said, maybe a little smugly.]

"You have been trained."

I told you. Is that all you have to teach me? How to be fast?

[Arthur rolled his eyes a little at her and twisted his sword about again.]

"Show me what you can do with a sword that actually fits you."

Fine. [She settled into her water dancer's stance, remembering all of Syrio's lessons about fluidity of movement, the ebb and flow of tides, and how easy it was to empty a body of its water. She darted toward him, jabbing high, ready to show him how much quicker and dangerous she could be with Needle.]

[She is impressive for being so small now that she has a sword that fits her. But he still lets her win, letting her pin him to a wall with the point of her sword. Because you know, she's a girl.]

[You dick. For a while there she was looking completely exultant, but by the time she has him pinned, she's scowling. Once he yields, she drops her sword arm, frowning up at him.]

You let me win.

"You can't prove that."

Then I'll tell everyone I beat you fairly.

[Damn brat.]

"There isn't much honor to beating a little girl."

[You bastard.] I'm not a little girl!

"Then what are you?"

A girl. [Sometimes.] I'm nearly grown.

"In Camelot, you aren't."

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