Arthur's Chambers, Camelot, Sunday Night/Monday Morning

[bitch_prince]

Arthur had spent entirely too much of the past week being badgered by a physician and a physician's apprentice about staying in bed to heal from his stabwound. (It wasn't even that big a wound; he could've been up and about ages ago

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[bigdamndestiny]

"You smell funny," Merlin informed him in a stage whisper.

[bitch_prince]

"I don't smell funny," Arthur informed him, shifting, "And if you're bothered, don't put your nose in my armpit."

[bigdamndestiny]

"It's not bad," Merlin insisted, still clinging to him. "Just... funny."

Alcohol was a wonderful thing with Merlin.

[bitch_prince]

Arthur quietly revised his opinion: perhaps it was closer to sundown than sunup after all. "Your face is funny," he responded. Maturely. And nuzzled the back of it. In a manly way.