Baggage Claim, Cardiff International Airport, Saturday Evening
There were times where portal transit just wasn't possible, and that inevitably translated to sitting in an airplane for hours listening to Merlin babble about planes (a topic on which he was an expert) and enjoying patently tasteless bags of peanuts. Well, and the meals, but those were practically made out of wood chips or something.
It also meant bickering with the customs man about whether or not he could technically be considered an expat, a matter of much pride on Arthur's part, and this: sitting outside the belt that brought out everyone else's luggage, waiting for a few tell-tale bags to appear.
With their usual luck, Merlin might lose the last of his Camelot trousers this time. Arthur drummed an idle rhythm on his leg and took a swig of water.
[[ for the members of Team UK ]]
It also meant bickering with the customs man about whether or not he could technically be considered an expat, a matter of much pride on Arthur's part, and this: sitting outside the belt that brought out everyone else's luggage, waiting for a few tell-tale bags to appear.
With their usual luck, Merlin might lose the last of his Camelot trousers this time. Arthur drummed an idle rhythm on his leg and took a swig of water.
[[ for the members of Team UK ]]