Room 303, Saturday Afternoon

[bitch_prince]

Last night hadn't been anywhere near bad, if somewhat confusing in how up front it was (and Arthur had thought he'd gotten used to, and appreciative, of how straightforward the island was) and so by the time Arthur finally reached his room, he wasn't in too bad a mood

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[thatsamilkshake]

Someone would really like Someone's Boyfriend to be in his room, but Someone's Boyfriend was not in his room. This was because Someone's Boyfriend was busy elsewhere being an idiot, but thankfully for him, Someone's Boyfriend's Girlfriend was unaware of this fact.

When he wasn't in his room, though, Someone had a short list of places to go looking for him, and she'd already hit the stables. No joy. So, still rocking the trophy shirt that wasn't - it really wasn't, not really - Someone knocked on Arthur's door.

[bitch_prince]

Arthur sat up a bit. Who was going to be here and knocking? Not Leto, and certainly not Merlin.

At least he was still decent, although he did shoot his trousers a slightly maligned look. "Enter," he called.

Such a polite boy, our Arthur.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine pushed the door open a little less shyly than she normally would, because see above re: really wanting Merlin to be in his room, but she still gave Arthur a dubious wave once she was far enough in to see him. "Is, um." Dammit. "He's not, is he."

[bitch_prince]

"No, he isn't," Arthur started, which slid quite organically into, "Are you wearing one of his ridiculous shifts? I should be lucky he hasn't tried to lend you his neckerchiefs."

... And now he was looking at her neckerchief area. Brilliant.