Room 407; Late Saturday Morning [ 09/05 ].

[not_a_mused]

Eventually, Cal had fallen asleep last night, and he would have figured that that meant sleeping in a lot later than this, but no cigar. That was okay, though, he figured he could be productive instead

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[bitch_prince]

Arthur was visiting for reasons of absolute importance involving an idiot manservant and his wellbeing, and possibly because he was a bit thirsty (which might or might not have been the excuse he was fully planning to use in case Merlin asked for one, depending on his mood and the tone of the conversation) and, finding the door open, naturally made steps to enter.

"Merlin, I know it's barely noon, but," he started, paused, and segued neatly into, "Oh, it's you."

Don't feel offended, Cal. That's how he addressed ninety-five percent of everyone else.

[not_a_mused]

Cal tilted his head back to look over toward the door and the prince parading straight through it.

"Nice to see you, too, Arthur. Are you here to pick up some of your flowers? I think Merlin left them here for you."

He reached over, plucked a daisy out of the nearest bouquet, and held it out for him.

[bitch_prince]

... Arthur glared straight past the daisy and at the man behind it in a way that both established how idiotic the concept was and the fact that Cal should really just take up knitting and get it over with.

It was probably best he didn't articulate that last thought.

Instead, he said, "You need a haircut. What in God's name did you do to the room?" He could have gone for where's Merlin, but since the obvious answer was not here, he would forgo it for now. Unless Cal wanted to take his obvious hint to part with that fact.

[not_a_mused]

"Hard to find barbers in Turkey," Cal said, his default response about the hair. "And I didn't do it. It was like this when I woke up. I figured it was Merlin's doing, but I haven't seen him or his ears much this morning."

[bitch_prince]

Yeah. Whatever. "How long have you been here?" Arthur inquired, "Shouldn't be hard to find one now, should it?"

He had no idea why he was making a point of it, beyond that he felt a bit crabby that morning. "No idea where he's gone?" See, and if Cal hadn't been here, he might have just hovered around the room for a bit to see if he could catch a hold of the boy. Now this was just annoying.

[not_a_mused]

Well, if that was how Arthur was going to look at it, then the toss of Cal's head slightly to throw the long hair over his shoulder and into his face a little was purely incidental. Really.

"Nope," Cal said. "But I'll make sure to put a tracking device on him while he's sleeping so that next time I can tell you."

[bitch_prince]

"Even if you did have a tracking device, I doubt you'd have the skills to follow it," Arthur said, idly, glancing towards Merlin's bed. "Too much muffling around the ears. Let him know I was here."

[not_a_mused]

Cal arched an eyebrow at Arthur, feeling fairly certain that he'd have a better chance of following a tracking device than this medieval British butthole. But, hey, on the bright side, maybe Arthur could find Merlin by following the north star and looking for signs of tracks and broken twigs.

"I'll make sure to tell him you were heartbroken by his absence."

[bitch_prince]

"Mm," he hummed, non-commitally, and turned. "Nice flowers, by the way. You've got quite a career ahead of yourself."

He was seriously cranky, or he wouldn't even have bothered.

[not_a_mused]

"How nice of you to notice," Cal muttered, shaking his head before tilting it back to call out after Arthur, "But you're forgetting your lovely bouquet! He'll be heartbroken! And all that hard work I put into it, too!"

[bitch_prince]

"Find a barber!" Arthur threw over his shoulder, and stalked back into the hallway.

[not_a_mused]

"Yeah," Cal muttered, shaking his head as he turned back to the typewriter, "I'll find ye olde barber as soon as you find a way to get ye olde head out of ye olde arse."

And then he promptly typed out a starting line that he felt had promise: The prince of the kingdom was a whiny little bitch boy who got petulant and cranky quite often, all because his manservant's roommate was better looking and smarter than he was, even when he had long, ratty hippie hair...