no rollerblading in the house
Title: No Rollerblading In The House
Rating: G
Warning: Kids, don't try this at home. Also, eat your vegetables.
A/N: mcgooglykins: I would like to know how Uther got his scar.
alexi_lupin: Rollerblading accident, obviously.
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“Slddfkff!” said Uther, “That hurt!”
“Stop being such a big baby,” said Gaius heartlessly, “and hold still.”
“I could have you thrown in the stocks for that,” Uther threatened, wincing.
“You could,” Gaius agreed, “but I really wouldn’t recommend it, Sire. What on earth did you think you were doing?”
“I found them in my room,” Uther said, “and they looked like fun. How was I to know they were evil objects full of dark magic?”
“They’re not dark magical objects,” Gaius sighed. “The local children use them to have fun. It’s a perfectly innocent, and mostly safe, pastime.”
“Safe? Safe?” Uther winced again as he moved and Gaius accidentally stabbed him slightly, “How can anything that ends up like this be safe?”
“With all due respect, Sire, none of the children have ever come to any harm. Apparently they have more sense than to roller blade inside.” Gaius scolded, and put in a final stitch just for good measure.
“Sdflkjsd!!” Uther said again, and glared. “Thank you, Gaius,” he said.
Gaius gave him a long-suffering look as he packed up his kit. “I hope to God that Arthur gets his sense from his mother,” he said, “because if he takes after you then Camelot is doomed.”
“That will be all, Gaius,” Uther said, pretending like he didn’t secretly agree, raising his hand to gingerly poke at the line of tiny stitches running from his eyebrow to his hairline.
“If you pick at it,” Gaius called over his shoulder as he left the room, “it will only make the scar worse.”
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Rating: G
Warning: Kids, don't try this at home. Also, eat your vegetables.
A/N: mcgooglykins: I would like to know how Uther got his scar.
alexi_lupin: Rollerblading accident, obviously.
***
“Slddfkff!” said Uther, “That hurt!”
“Stop being such a big baby,” said Gaius heartlessly, “and hold still.”
“I could have you thrown in the stocks for that,” Uther threatened, wincing.
“You could,” Gaius agreed, “but I really wouldn’t recommend it, Sire. What on earth did you think you were doing?”
“I found them in my room,” Uther said, “and they looked like fun. How was I to know they were evil objects full of dark magic?”
“They’re not dark magical objects,” Gaius sighed. “The local children use them to have fun. It’s a perfectly innocent, and mostly safe, pastime.”
“Safe? Safe?” Uther winced again as he moved and Gaius accidentally stabbed him slightly, “How can anything that ends up like this be safe?”
“With all due respect, Sire, none of the children have ever come to any harm. Apparently they have more sense than to roller blade inside.” Gaius scolded, and put in a final stitch just for good measure.
“Sdflkjsd!!” Uther said again, and glared. “Thank you, Gaius,” he said.
Gaius gave him a long-suffering look as he packed up his kit. “I hope to God that Arthur gets his sense from his mother,” he said, “because if he takes after you then Camelot is doomed.”
“That will be all, Gaius,” Uther said, pretending like he didn’t secretly agree, raising his hand to gingerly poke at the line of tiny stitches running from his eyebrow to his hairline.
“If you pick at it,” Gaius called over his shoulder as he left the room, “it will only make the scar worse.”
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