Room 325, Wednesday

[bitch_prince]

There was a cheerful little bowl of nuts sitting out on the sill of Arthur's room with a tiny sign attached that read, in elegant, flowing script, I, Arthur Pendragon, greet you, squirrels of radio. Please take this gift as a sign of my appreciation for your work and continued discretion. Should this not be sufficient for your attentions, let it be

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[bigdamndestiny]

And staying in bed kept Merlin from having to deal with, you know, facing people.

Filming it?

"...do you really think that will work?"

[bigdamndestiny]

"Now, Arthur," Merlin chided. "I doubt they'd call you that to your face."

[bitch_prince]

Arthur shot him a Look. "What did you just call me?" Well, inferred to be.

[bigdamndestiny]

"Me? Nothing!"

[bitch_prince]

"Because I was referring to you," Arthur informed him, "And your skirts."

They had a special, special idea of what 'a day in bed' meant, obviously.

[bigdamndestiny]

"..." Merlin eyed him. "...is that asking me to--er--dress in skirts for you?"

[bitch_prince]

Arthur stared at him. "...What you do in your alone time is your own business, Merlin, but no."

[bigdamndestiny]

"You brought it up!"

[bitch_prince]

"I was referring to the skirts you no doubt covet, being the girl that you are," he said, "It's not my fault you can't comprehend an insult right."

[bigdamndestiny]

Merlin bitchfaced at him. "You're the one rather caught up on them!"

[bitch_prince]

"Please. One mention of your skirts does not an obsession make," Arthur said, scrunching his nose. Sort of. He was a bit amused, to be honest. "Again, what you do on your own isn't my place to pry in."

The corner of his mouth twitched.

[bigdamndestiny]

Arthur just never wanted a mouth anywhere ever again.

"Ha ha, Arthur."

[bitch_prince]

Arthur grinned up at the ceiling. "But yes," he said, "there will be biscuits."

[bigdamndestiny]

Merlin flopped back on the bed, rolling his eyes. "I rather think Owain is coming along well."

[bitch_prince]

"Give it a couple more weeks, he'll be flying," Arthur agreed, stretching. "At least you managed to make a pet that's actually useful."

[bigdamndestiny]

"Brynne is your pet," Merlin pointed out kindly.