Room 325, Monday Morning

[bitch_prince]

The salle was not exactly in the cards, no

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[bigdamndestiny]

"'on't move," Merlin grumbled, trying to cling and not, you know, add to the injuries.

It was a work in progress.

[bitch_prince]

"I do need to breathe occasionally," Arthur muttered, although about half of that wound up muffled on Merlin's neck.

[bigdamndestiny]

Yeah, like that would work.

"You're breathing now," Merlin pointed out.

[bitch_prince]

"With extreme difficulty," Arthur informed him, and wormed an arm under his.

Which didn't help any with the clinging issue, so maybe he was just complaining for the sake of it.