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action; LET'S DO THIS SHIT.

[alwaysforhim]

[Merlin is nervous as he bustles around the kitchen making dinner. Well-- perhaps nervous isn't the right term for it. Terrified out of his mind might be a better verb, as his hands are shaking slightly and he hasn't said a word in the past half hour.]

action; AWW YEAAAA

[futurarex]

[And Arthur hasn't noticed. Of course he's there, waiting for that dinner that is being so dutifully and distractedly prepared--but he hasn't noticed those nerves.

Or at least, you'd think he wasn't noticing. He's sitting at the table, reading--only closer inspection would reveal that he isn't so much reading as he is looking at the book in front of him. He's been on this page for ten whole minutes. But there's nothing about him that would give that away.

...except now he's fed up with this, and he gives Merlin one last cursory glance before his final attempt to read. But it's no use, and he heaves a sigh as he shuts the book with a snap, shoving it away. And he sits. And he looks at Merlin.

Eventually:] What is it, Merlin.

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[alwaysforhim]

[He drops the pot he was holding and winces at the loud clang.]

Nothing. Just-- focusing on making you dinner, that's all.

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[futurarex]

You've been fumbling around over there for nearly an hour. I think your clumsiness is actually increasing by the minute, which is saying something.

What's wrong with you?

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[of_frell]

[ The invitation is relatively plain, with a blue embroidered border. In neat calligraphy, the following is written. ]

You are cordially invited to attend a social function hosted by stepsisters Hattie of Ehvenn and Ella of Frell.

August 13, 2011, 10AM - 6PM (or before sirens) at [Location here, Directions follow]

Guests welcome, no formal attire required; come as you are.