halfbloodhill | first complaint ♔ IM / ACTION

[ 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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No, but it's way more fun than not doing decorations. Besides, this isn't the mistletoebomb the camp was start of the month. That should make you happy at least, right?

*Maya tilts her head as he complains and pouts and is otherwise a pest.*

What have you got against sweets?

More than you could possibly imagine.

[ Re: the mistletoebomb, although he supposes he wouldn't have minded that part so much. It's probably the sudden influx of festive cheer that'd have got under his skin the worst. ]

Let's see: they rot your teeth, they stick to my arse, they're stupidly overpriced at restaurants ...

[ But he's grasping. This is just how he gets when he sulks. ]

The usual, I suspect.

So you're whining because you have nothing better to do with your day?

*Maya's decided, right now that either putting this guy in the same room with Enjolras is a bad idea for the camp, or a bad idea for the two of them surviving. One or the other.*

There are sugar-free sweets that don't suck, and you could just have a salad if you don't want that. And you should watch where you put your ass, or ask a girl to do that for you.

I'm sure one or two wouldn't mind.

[ Arthur laughs at that - surprised that he'd end up finding humour in her words. Not that he thinks she's boring, of course, he was just expected to get another telling off. ]

I'm not sure whether I should thank you for the compliment or not, all things considered.

[ He lifts an eyebrow a little way. ]

Although I'll keep that in mind should I ever feel the need to have eyes on my arse all day.

Pretty sure you should take the compliment.

*He might be a whiny ass right now, but he's not in any way poor on the eyes. Still, can't let him get ahead of himself.*

Woah woah, all day? No thank you. You're good looking, but not that good.

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