first complaint ♔ IM / ACTION

[scornfully]

[ All right, so this wasn't exactly how Arthur planned on spending his Christmas break, but with tensions running high between himself and his father he thought it for the best. Probably. ("You're seventeen, Arthur; a mere boy. What could you possibly think you know?") So, at least for the time being, this son of Aphrodite is back ...

And he's not feeling particularly Christmassy. Sorry, gang.]

For Christ's sake ...

[ Because his father's cussing has rubbed off on him despite his own exposure to other gods and goddesses. ]

Is all of this really necessary? Some of us have more than enough garish decor in our cabins all year round.

[ And this is the problem with Arthur Pendragon. He's charismatic and gorgeous, yes - he's a child of Aphrodite, how could he not be - but when he's in a bad mood? He becomes the most impossibly catty grouch. By 'this' he's of course referring to the festive spirit spreading throughout the camp: decorations and such like that he's certain everyone could live without. ]

Anyway. Since it seems I'm back here for the hols ... [ Arthur pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment. Right now he's the pictorial definition of a First World Problem - Chanel cardigan and all. ] ... Let's all try to be a bit more considerate of those who don't fancy snowball fights and sweets, shall we?

[ OOC: So! Since Arthur's new to the game but has been coming here since he was 13, I'm more than happy to go ahead with almost any and all assumed cr. This post is just him being a grump (nothing new), he'll be find in a few days (again, nothing new), so feel free to have your character just eye-roll and shove a gingerbread man in his mouth. Action tags are very welcome: he'll be hanging around the Aphrodite Cabin / loitering at the pegasi stables. Have at him! ]

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[excusing]

[ You come by the strangest siblings here, don't you? Despite the blond and the light colored eyes, Heather would have laughed if you asked if she was related to this guy, this prince. ] Okay, Scrooge McDuck.

[ Heather calls over from where she's reading a music magazine. ] Does anything make your heart grow two sizes larger or are you like this all the time?

[ The perkiest Roman needs to know these things. ]

[scornfully]

That's Mister Scrooge McDuck, thanks.

[ Arthur tosses her a scathing smile before making his way over. He nudges her with his toes. ]

Anyway, sod off. We can't all be cheerful all the time.

[ But there's nothing mean in his tone - in fact, is that a wry smile? Rubbing his temple for a moment, Arthur throws himself down beside her to read over her shoulder. ]

What's this rubbish you're reading, then?

[excusing]

I can't sod off, [ Heather retorts sweetly, ] I'm American.

[ The dumb joke already gets her laughing before the sentence is even finished and she lazily keeps flicking through her magazine. Heather didn't grow up with any siblings, so it's fun to poke fu at and joke with all the older brothers she never had. ] And, this 'rubbish' is Rolling Stone, Mister Scrooge McDuck.

[scornfully]

[ Her joke gets an amused snort. Arthur settles a bit more comfortably, content with frowning at the latest Hot New Band from a relative distance. ]

Yes, well. American or no, the sentiment is still the same.

[ He should have brought something over to read himself - there are fare worse ways to spend one's afternoon. ]

Anyway, you're still here, aren't you? What's keeping you from joining in the festivities?

[excusing]

Taking a breather, man. I can't keep up my usual energy all the time, you know.

[ She flips her hair currently long blond hair over her shoulder. ] Plus, I was totally just sparring with a bro of mine, so I need to take a quick break.

[ Even if she hasn't been here for very long, she does immediately feel fond of Arthur and gives him a little tap with her magazine. ] I should drag you out there later.

[scornfully]

With a bro of yours.

[ Have a skeptical look - although it's fairly obvious he's just teasing. ]

Do you mean the dictionary-defined 'brother' or the strange American slang?

[ A pause. ]

"Man".

[ Merlin does that too - sticks "man" on the end of everything. Arthur's too English for this. ]

[excusing]

Dude, get over yourself. The English language has been evolving for centuries.

[ Heather might be blonde and silly and she throws around words such as "like" and "whatev," but never let anyone tell you that she's stupid. The smile on her face remains as she flops onto her stomach, hugging one of her pillows. ]

And, I meant "bro" as in "friend." I don't really spar with anyone I'm related to, weirdly enough.