Room at the Arms Hotel, Saturday Morning

[bitch_prince]

Like many in and around Fandom, someone was waking in this hotel room. Someone with prematurely grey hair, in fact, who happened to be draped liberally in someone else with unfairly non-grey hair.

Someone who had been sleeping quite fitfully tonight on these fancy modern sheets, thank you very much, until someone else's phone had started ringing

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[bigdamndestiny]

It wasn't Merlin's fault. Uther had gone grey too! It was genetics or something of that sort...

"Whazzat?" Merlin asked, pushing the pillow over his head up to squint at the phone.

[bitch_prince]

"Phone," Arthur groaned, because he was King, and he certainly wasn't going to move and shut it off himself. "Off. Now."

[bigdamndestiny]

Merlin groaned, waving his hand at the phone to shut it off. And possibly short it out entirely.

He was tired. "Ugh, my mouth feels like I've been drinking that horrid punch from school."

[bitch_prince]

"Don't remind me," Arthur groaned at his mattress. "If they serve it here, still, I will murder someone."