A Mall, Somewhere in the Midwest, Wednesday Evening

[bigdamndestiny]

Okay, so Merlin had been trying to get them back to Fandom for a visit, but they'd just ended up outside a mall

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[bitch_prince]

"No," Arthur said.

He felt he was exhibiting endless bloody patience right now. Cosmic patience. The patience the likes of which would be remembered until the stars themselves died out.

He could have said more. He pinched his brow instead.

[bigdamndestiny]

"...they have mice," Merlin whispered, staring through the window.

[bitch_prince]

"Yes, I see that," said Arthur, who was rather more contemplating smacking his head into the window really hard. "Did I or did I not tell you this was a bad idea?"

Because he felt he had been rather vocal on it, on the whole, and--

"...That is fairly creative."

[bigdamndestiny]

See, Arthur was totally getting it now.

"We might as well enjoy ourselves here," Merlin pointed out. "Plus you fun in that authority on sports."