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."

[bigdamndestiny]

"...you're not mad about Monday?"

[bitch_prince]

Truth be told, he didn't remember a lot about Monday. "You mean all of those texts you sent me?" he asked, finally. Quizically.

What? The texts were about 50% of what he remembered about that night. Because, well. They were still in his phone.

[bigdamndestiny]

"...Errr, yes." Totally just those. Maybe Arthur didn't remember Merlin throwing himself at him in public.

[bitch_prince]

Arthur squinted at him. "If this is about the other thing," he said, finally, "It's fine. Just remember not to talk with your mouth full."

Classy, Arthur. Stay classy.

Of course, now bits of Monday were starting to seep in.

[bigdamndestiny]

"...alright." Okay, so maybe Merlin was going to not get yelled at for all that then.

[bitch_prince]

Arthur squinted at him. Suspiciously. "If that settles it..."

[bigdamndestiny]

"Perfectly!" Innocent face, Merlin. Innoceeeent.

[bitch_prince]

"Right!"

Honestly, the only reason he didn't specifically remember that bit was that he'd been sensible enough to spirit Merlin off before he actually got in Arthur's lap, because that part would've been harder to forget.

Instead, Arthur flopped back against the mattress with a long sigh. "So I called JGoB's..."

[bigdamndestiny]

"...and?" Merlin couldn't really keep that hopeful thread out of his voice.

[bitch_prince]

"Should be shipping breakfast over here soon," he said, stretching. "Within half an hour, they said."

Arthur would be timing it.

[bigdamndestiny]

"Really?" Oh, sure. Make Merlin excited again.

Evil prince.

"I hope you got more of those chocolate biscuits."

[bitch_prince]

Arthur rolled his eyes, considering the ceiling. "Anything for Her Highness."