Friends are the roses of life;

[rule_britannia]

WHO: Arthur Kirkland and Tony Stark
TONE: General - Introspection, probably snark, possible mild angst
RATING: G
WHEN: September 5th, night
WHERE: Slytherin common room
WHAT: Arthur wakes up after a nightmare, and finds Tony sitting up in the common room. Talking ensues.
STATUS: Ongoing

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Arthur woke up with a start and a choked off gasp, the kind that only someone well practised in holding in the first yelp after a nightmare can make. He breathed out slowly, rather glad to find that Eriq was, for once, sound asleep and not watching him, and when it became quite clear after a few minutes that he wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep, he shoved the covers back and got up, pulling on his dressing gown and quietly leaving the dorm room with a book in his hand.

The Slytherin dorms always had a strange chill and it was more noticeable at night. He was wishing he'd put on some socks as he padded near-silently up to the common room, intent on curling up next to the fire until he felt like he could sleep again. It was with no small amount of surprise that he realised he wasn't alone.

".. Stark? What are you doing up?"

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[arrogantalloy]

Tony sat in the middle of a large couch, cross legged with a large text and a note book in his lap. Wearing only a black plan t-shirt and jeans, clearly he hadn't even been to bed. He doesn't look up from the tome in his lap, his voice sounding distant. The reply was clearly not getting a large amount of his attention.

"I thought I would recreate the Mona Lisa using only kiwi fruit and an oxy acetylene touch. What do you think so far?"

He looks up at him. Clearly not doing what he claimed, then gave a quick glance to his watch.

"I'm not tired, why else would I be up?"