Room 325, Wednesday

[bitch_prince]

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

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[bigdamndestiny]

And staying in bed kept Merlin from having to deal with, you know, facing people.

Filming it?

"...do you really think that will work?"

[bitch_prince]

"It will," Arthur retorted, stretching on the bed, "It's the same way my father always taught me and the knights: you reward them for behaving well, and you punish them when they fail."

Yes, that had always worked so well as a way to raise a child, Arthur.

"The squirrels will learn with time. I'll just leave more nuts out if they keep details out of the notes."

[bigdamndestiny]

Merlin, kindly, remained silent on the matter. After getting a good shower yesterday--HIS HAIR--he was in a much more mellow mood.

"So..." Don't talk about sending him texts in front of people. Don't talk about sending him texts in front of people!

[bitch_prince]

"So?" Arthur prompted, propping himself up on one hand, "Unfinished sentences are a sign of a lacking mind, Merlin."