Room 511, Saturday Morning...ish

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine, usually a morning person, woke up... slowly. Probably the punch. Wait, punch? Ohhhh, prom. Like before, it had been just a little too good, and they were dumb, dumb, du---

They?

Oh. Yeah. Oh.

[OOC: For ...several ears.]

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[bitch_prince]

There was a gentle knocking on the door.

All right - it wasn't so much gentle as it was loud, and it wasn't so much knocking as it was pounding. Arthur had one child under one arm, Arthur had one child by his feet, and Arthur had a fascinatingly well-practiced expression on his face, one that Merlin should, by all counts, know very well.

Arthur was Not Amused.

[bigdamndestiny]

Merlin scrambled for the door, knowing that knock far too well. Oh god, what now...

"Arthur."

And children.

"Um."

[bitch_prince]

"Merlin," Arthur said, pleasantly.

Really.

"I believe these are yours."

Arawn clung to his arm.

[bigdamndestiny]

"Mine?" The one with dark hair launched himself at Merlin's legs, clinging to them and bouncing.

"Cake time! Cake time!"

[bitch_prince]

"It seems the island has chosen to bless us with a flock of children from... wherever," Arthur said, eloquently. "Again, these would be yours."

He wasn't going to laugh at Merlin's expression. Much. He'd been looking for the boy for an hour now.

"Hi, da," Arawn said, but didn't quite let up on his clinging.

[bigdamndestiny]

Da? Merlin mouthed, looking to Arthur for SOMETHING here.

It was then, of course, that things chose to get worse. Artie bounded around Merlin's legs for a moment before... "MOMMY!"

Merlin turned to stare at just what he was talking about. Ohgodohgodohgod.

[bitch_prince]

"Yes," said Arthur.

He was such a great help. He set Arawn down with some difficulty - which just got the boy to clinging to his leg instead. "So, tell me," he said, conversationally, "How was your night?"

Arthur had started his with an attractive (and, soon, naked) brunette. He had ended it with being assaulted by blonde children on the deck. Do the math.

[bigdamndestiny]

"I--um---" He needed to change his outfit. NOW.

[bitch_prince]

"Whatever," Arthur cut him short. "This one claims to belong to you, and, er."

Pause.

Long pause.

He kept pausing.

[destinybitch]

"Father," Arawn supplied, now torn between who to cling to.

[bitch_prince]

Arthur sighed. He felt... just a little awkward, yes. Not that he was about to let that show. For the most part. "Me," he affirmed, casting the child a look. "Which is clearly insane."

[bigdamndestiny]

"Is that even possible here?" Merlin asked, looking at the ears on the child. And the blond hair. "How would he even get here?"

Sure, Merlin. Bring up logic.

[bitch_prince]

"Questions I have asked myself," Arthur said, with a roll of his eyes, "But I've yet to gain any answers."

Arawn finally broke loose from him to attach himself to Merlin's leg. "You said I was your happy accident," he pointed out. "If that helps."

[bigdamndestiny]

IT MOST CERTAINLY DID NOT.

Merlin looked up toward Arthur. "I swear, I have no idea what that means."

[bitch_prince]

"No," Arthur said, getting that urge to rub his forehead yet again, "I could tell."

[bigdamndestiny]

Merlin patted Arawn on the head awkwardly for a moment as he cling to his leg. "Where did he come from?"