Paw Prints
Author: archaeologist_d
Title: Paw Prints
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur,
Summary: It was Arthur’s fault this time. He should never have opened the ink bottle.
Word Count: 100
Camelot_drabble Prompt: 476, ink
Author's Notes: unbetaed, continuing the adventures of Merlin the cat.
Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
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As Arthur sat there, inking designs on his latest ship, he should’ve known better. Merlin, cat-extraordinaire, rubbing his soft fur against Arthur’s ankle, purred as he played with Arthur’s bare toes.
Arthur hoped Merlin’s misadventures were over. He hadn’t wrecked anything in weeks.
But when Merlin jumped onto his lap, yowling when Arthur batted him away, Merlin didn’t settle. Instead, knocking over the inkbottle, scampering through the mess, Merlin left behind a horror trail of pawprints.
Grumbling, Arthur scrubbed at the inky disaster, even the help scrawled in kitten-toe black on the floor.
It wasn’t as if Merlin could spell.
Title: Paw Prints
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur,
Summary: It was Arthur’s fault this time. He should never have opened the ink bottle.
Word Count: 100
Camelot_drabble Prompt: 476, ink
Author's Notes: unbetaed, continuing the adventures of Merlin the cat.
Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
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As Arthur sat there, inking designs on his latest ship, he should’ve known better. Merlin, cat-extraordinaire, rubbing his soft fur against Arthur’s ankle, purred as he played with Arthur’s bare toes.
Arthur hoped Merlin’s misadventures were over. He hadn’t wrecked anything in weeks.
But when Merlin jumped onto his lap, yowling when Arthur batted him away, Merlin didn’t settle. Instead, knocking over the inkbottle, scampering through the mess, Merlin left behind a horror trail of pawprints.
Grumbling, Arthur scrubbed at the inky disaster, even the help scrawled in kitten-toe black on the floor.
It wasn’t as if Merlin could spell.