Other Corner of the Preserve, Saturday Morning

[bitch_prince]

Arthur woke up to the depressingly familiar taste of something rotten in his mouth (bloody Gaius) and a strange, distant whizzing in his head that really should be familiar by now, as well. He didn't recognize that, however.

He also did recognize the distinct feel of someone warm and flush against him, but he was having trouble remembering who.

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[thatsamilkshake]

That... was not in fact a shoulder. Luckily for Arthur, a) Katchoo was nowhere in sight, b) this was not the first time Francine had woken in more or less this position, and c) there was a buzzing in her head too. "Mpprhierh?" she muttered back as she tried to blink herself awake, which was either Morning or Merlin, only one of which was right.

[bitch_prince]

No, that wasn't a shoulder.

It was taking Arthur a few eyeblinks to identify what it was. When he did-- well. At any other time, he would have retreated and made his excuses at this point.

It was not another time.

He hummed something in the back of his throat and snuggled. Anyone in the right mind who'd known Arthur for more than a few days would know something was up.

[thatsamilkshake]

To sane people, yes. Also, people who were not snugglers even before the head-buzzing. Though the fact that the voice was, while not unfamiliar, somehow out of its usual setting and tone was enough to wake Francine up a little more. So the next thing she murmured was much more clearly, "Morning."

[bitch_prince]

"Morning," Arthur echoed. "Did you sleep well?"

Words, they were coming. As was the fond staring at the crown of her hair.