Room 325, Saturday Morning
Arthur woke up groggily, and strangely chilled, like there was some important element of heat missing from his bed. That was odd. What could be missing? He distinctly remembered going to bed with Merlin last ni--
His eyes flew open, blinking at the empty half of the bed. Right. Had he suffered a rare fit of action and devoted himself to getting breakfast? That would be a novelty. He skimmed the room with his eyes, but didn't find him. All right then. He turned over onto his back, making better use of the rest of the bed. And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
When even calling him didn't get a response, Arthur was forced to move, kicking his blankets away. Right. He yanked on some clothes. Where would his useless manservant be now?
Sicne it was Merlin, Arthur started by looking under the bed.
[[ mostly establishy, but door is closed and post can be open if you really wanna ]]
His eyes flew open, blinking at the empty half of the bed. Right. Had he suffered a rare fit of action and devoted himself to getting breakfast? That would be a novelty. He skimmed the room with his eyes, but didn't find him. All right then. He turned over onto his back, making better use of the rest of the bed. And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
When even calling him didn't get a response, Arthur was forced to move, kicking his blankets away. Right. He yanked on some clothes. Where would his useless manservant be now?
Sicne it was Merlin, Arthur started by looking under the bed.
[[ mostly establishy, but door is closed and post can be open if you really wanna ]]