Looking for the Wart

[unhappysteward]

Kay hasn't seen Arthur in awhile, and though he reminds himself that the boy had a habit of wandering off, he's finally gotten worried enough to actually go looking for him. You'd think he'd make enough noise he'd be hard to lose, at his age

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[tomboy_22]

You know who Kay hasn't seen in a while? Anita, that's right. She's in a fairly good mood, and she'll fall in step with him.

"Well we don't see you that much, these days." Cheerfully - probably obnoxiously so.

[unhappysteward]

He snorts. "We?"

[tomboy_22]

"Royal We, or something." She shrugs. "It's just friendly language, Mr. Organizer. How you been?"

[unhappysteward]

He shrugs. "Food's getting thin, but not a crisis yet."

[andfutureking]

The Wart is, perhaps, odd for his age in that, between one thing and another, he has learned to be a very quiet boy. But beyond that, when Kay finds him (doubtless wandering wherever the snow is still most plentiful), he looks as if he has been getting up to all the things any normal boy of his age would if he had no parents or governesses or tutors about. Namely, tearing his clothes, scraping his knees, not washing his hands or his face, and generally having a grand old time of doing absolutely no work at all.

[unhappysteward]

He snorts, and comments, "I give up. How did you manage to get that dirty in snow?"

[andfutureking]

"There's dirt underneath," he says solemnly.

[unhappysteward]

"...so there is." Facepalm, says Sir Kay. "At least you seem to be in one piece."

[lionbright]

Lleu's been foraging; he's on his way back to the house with a reasonable haul of cobnuts, and though he would rather leave the hunting to his sister, neither one of them is very good at being idle.

T: unlike their typist. hello!

[unhappysteward]

"Nuts?"

T: *waves*!

[lionbright]

He laughs. "Like a child playing truant."

[unhappysteward]

"Well, I suppose you're not skipping anything in particular, at least."