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Who: yetsleeping and pratservant
When: Now
Where: Memorial Tree
Format: Paragraph, to start.
What: A chance meeting between Sorcerer and Claymore, to lead into the DEEP SUBJECT realm.
Warnings: Angst
He'd mostly just taken the rabbit to help Rukia out.
No, that's what Arthur would say. Merlin adopted one of his patrol partner's many...many baby bunnies because he'd started to long for something cute and cuddly of his very own. Merlin was just that much of a girl. Sure, he had to tend to the horses, but they weren't really pets per se. The ducks were Freya's, and Merlin would never think of them as anything else. Morgan was Arthur's, even if he helped with the feeding and the walking, not to mention fighting him for Arthur's socks on a daily basis. (Though really, why would anyone want Arthur's socks?)
The bunny was his to spoil, and one of the perks of that is taking it for fresh clover in the park. So what if Arthur looked at him like he was half-mad when he told him where he was going. He's used to that look.
"Here we go. Maybe this will keep you from nibbling on the salad. You're lucky Arthur didn't see you. He might've gone back to eating rabbit again, starting with you."
Merlin crouches, folding his arms across his knees as he watches it nibbling on a blade of grass, nose twitching. Apparently, there's some better smelling grass to the north - because it suddenly takes off at top speed.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going!" Merlin gets to his feet and stumbles after. If there was a hole, he'd surely fall down it. The rabbit runs into a walled area of the park, stopping at someone's feet. Merlin slows, catching his breath as he tries to recognize who it is.
When: Now
Where: Memorial Tree
Format: Paragraph, to start.
What: A chance meeting between Sorcerer and Claymore, to lead into the DEEP SUBJECT realm.
Warnings: Angst
He'd mostly just taken the rabbit to help Rukia out.
No, that's what Arthur would say. Merlin adopted one of his patrol partner's many...many baby bunnies because he'd started to long for something cute and cuddly of his very own. Merlin was just that much of a girl. Sure, he had to tend to the horses, but they weren't really pets per se. The ducks were Freya's, and Merlin would never think of them as anything else. Morgan was Arthur's, even if he helped with the feeding and the walking, not to mention fighting him for Arthur's socks on a daily basis. (Though really, why would anyone want Arthur's socks?)
The bunny was his to spoil, and one of the perks of that is taking it for fresh clover in the park. So what if Arthur looked at him like he was half-mad when he told him where he was going. He's used to that look.
"Here we go. Maybe this will keep you from nibbling on the salad. You're lucky Arthur didn't see you. He might've gone back to eating rabbit again, starting with you."
Merlin crouches, folding his arms across his knees as he watches it nibbling on a blade of grass, nose twitching. Apparently, there's some better smelling grass to the north - because it suddenly takes off at top speed.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going!" Merlin gets to his feet and stumbles after. If there was a hole, he'd surely fall down it. The rabbit runs into a walled area of the park, stopping at someone's feet. Merlin slows, catching his breath as he tries to recognize who it is.