Room 325, Wednesday

Dec 23, 2009 11:13

There was a cheerful little bowl of nuts sitting out on the sill of Arthur's room with a tiny sign attached that read, in elegant, flowing script, I, Arthur Pendragon, greet you, squirrels of radio. Please take this gift as a sign of my appreciation for your work and continued discretion. Should this not be sufficient for your attentions, let it be known that I will not hesitate to show you proper reward this Thursday, would you not provide of too-detailed note. We should both wish not to deal with the necessary consequences should events follow otherwise. I hope this leaves you well-informed and you will proceed in keeping with grace and dignity.

This was, of course, a threat.

He'd set it out last night as he'd prepared for the task at hand. If the squirrels spilled and he'd have to have them strangled on Thursday, at least they'd had proper notice.

It was the winter holiday, there were no classes, no reserves, no frat. Arthur was bored out of his mind, but Merlin had eked out a challenge (or rather a request, but in Arthur's mind it qualified as one, although not unpleasantly so) in the form of spending a day in bed.

He was fully intent on succeeding at it. He was Arthur Fucking Pendragon, after all. AKA 'High-strung overachiever'

Also, on the plus side, at least he wasn't waking up with a hangover today.

[[ for merlin, and details as nfb as a squirrel would be willing to be bribed to keep them. it is very nice handwriting ]]

merlin, room 325

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