Room 303, Sunday Morning
Arthur did not awake to the feeling of having slept particularly well. His head wasn't pounding, which was a good sign, but his brain felt like it still wanted to seep out of his head into something nice and unconscious of the sweetest kind.
He was usually an early riser. He was trying to remember why he didn't feel inclined to be so right now.
Of course, that's when he opened his eyes and found two very curious blue eyes peering back at him. "You awake yet?" Gawain demanded. Yes, demanded.
Oh, hell. "Go back to sleep," he ordered.
"But sir," Gawain said, plaintatively, "It's time for morning exercise."
Arthur was going to murder the world.
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He was usually an early riser. He was trying to remember why he didn't feel inclined to be so right now.
Of course, that's when he opened his eyes and found two very curious blue eyes peering back at him. "You awake yet?" Gawain demanded. Yes, demanded.
Oh, hell. "Go back to sleep," he ordered.
"But sir," Gawain said, plaintatively, "It's time for morning exercise."
Arthur was going to murder the world.
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