Room 303, Tuesday Morning

[bitch_prince]

Arthur awoke to a fuzziness of the mind and an overabundance of body heat. He was attempting to decipher several things all at once, but gave up once he realised it was entirely impossible to do so. He endeavoured to accept them at a more leisurely pace instead

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[future_sandworm]

His head hurt, and that wasn't comfortable. It also meant he was slowly awakening. Leto made sleepy noise, clung to the warm body next to him and decided he would rather go back to sleep.

[bigdamndestiny]

Of course Merlin didn't knock. Merlin never knocked when coming in to do his normal duties.

Thought, he hadn't quite expected to see Arthur's bed empty. Or Leto's being very full.

And there was pie on the wall. That was much more in need of focus now. Lots and lots of focus there.

[bitch_prince]

Arthur made a valiant attempt to extricate himself from the mess of limbs that was Leto Atreides. Eventually, with some groping about, he managed to push himself up and at least halfway out of grasp. "Merlin," he said, and while there was a wince in his voice, the old irritation was there just as easily, "Knocking. It is not an advanced science."

[future_sandworm]

Suddenly a lot less warm, the pushing made it impossible for Leto not to wake up. He blinked. "My head hurts." He would so use his Bene Gesserit skills to limit the effects of poinson next time.