Room 407; Late Saturday Morning [ 09/05 ].

[not_a_mused]

Eventually, Cal had fallen asleep last night, and he would have figured that that meant sleeping in a lot later than this, but no cigar. That was okay, though, he figured he could be productive instead

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[bitch_prince]

Arthur was visiting for reasons of absolute importance involving an idiot manservant and his wellbeing, and possibly because he was a bit thirsty (which might or might not have been the excuse he was fully planning to use in case Merlin asked for one, depending on his mood and the tone of the conversation) and, finding the door open, naturally made steps to enter.

"Merlin, I know it's barely noon, but," he started, paused, and segued neatly into, "Oh, it's you."

Don't feel offended, Cal. That's how he addressed ninety-five percent of everyone else.

[not_a_mused]

Cal tilted his head back to look over toward the door and the prince parading straight through it.

"Nice to see you, too, Arthur. Are you here to pick up some of your flowers? I think Merlin left them here for you."

He reached over, plucked a daisy out of the nearest bouquet, and held it out for him.

[bitch_prince]

... Arthur glared straight past the daisy and at the man behind it in a way that both established how idiotic the concept was and the fact that Cal should really just take up knitting and get it over with.

It was probably best he didn't articulate that last thought.

Instead, he said, "You need a haircut. What in God's name did you do to the room?" He could have gone for where's Merlin, but since the obvious answer was not here, he would forgo it for now. Unless Cal wanted to take his obvious hint to part with that fact.

[not_a_mused]

"Hard to find barbers in Turkey," Cal said, his default response about the hair. "And I didn't do it. It was like this when I woke up. I figured it was Merlin's doing, but I haven't seen him or his ears much this morning."

[thatsamilkshake]

So when a girl wakes up and finds her dorm room filled with flowers, her first thought -- well her first thought should really be OMG STALKER MUCH but this girl wasn't dating a Cullen, so -- is fairly naturally going to involve wizards. Of the boyfriendly persuasion.

This the happy knocking at his door with a wreath of daisies on her head. "Meeeerlin!"

[not_a_mused]

Funny how the tone of a single word could unexplainable make Cal sort of want to stab something. For the moment, though, his eyes just widened a little at the piece was trying to get started, and then he looked over his shoulder.

"He's not here," he offered, looking Francine over, with an eyebrow lift at the daisy wreath on top.

[thatsamilkshake]

Not exactly the weirdest thing about her hair these days, but yes, it did look extremely dorky.

"Oh!" Yes, Francine, classes have started, that does mean Cal is back. "Hi, Cal. Welcome back. Do you know where he is? My room was all full of flow--"

Your surroundings, Ms. Peters. Study them. "...oh."

[not_a_mused]

Something in Cal's head actually did tell him not to do what he was thinking. In fact, if this was still three years ago and he thought he was an awkward girl and didn't have all that experience gaining confidence that Fandom had given him, he wouldn't have even imagined having said anything.

But it was not three years ago, he was no longer confused about why he felt so awkward as a girl, and Fandom had given him a horrible sense of self-confidence, which was was unfortunately prone to use for evil these days.

"Awwwww," he said, "he got you some, too? That's nice."