Video - (backdated to the day after the party)

[pratservant]

[The forge is turned on by blind groping. There might be a couple who recognize Merlin by the top of his head alone. But for the rest, he finally lifts it from the desk. And groans.]

How many of those olives did I eat?

[Because clearly, it's the olives that have left him feeling like he's taken lance poles to his head and stomach. Didn't have

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[wotchesyou]

[ Welp. His ears are noticable. It's not Anatole's fault that they're big! Tonks is about to reply when the little white thing catches her attention.

Is that a ... ? ]

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[wotchesyou]

Merlin, is that a dragon?

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[pratservant]

[A long pause.]

Is what a dragon?

[Video]

[wotchesyou]

Don't play stupid with me. I'm better at it than you.

[ Wait. ]

That's clever, switching this to voice but you know, I can just replay your post and that definitely looks like a dragon.

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[pratservant]

Olives!

[Just a little too quick there.]

They made me see things too. Did you eat any of the olives?

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[pratservant]

I'm not sure. It's never happened to me before.

[...]

I suppose it might've had something to do with what they were soaking in. That I also drank.

[Merlin takes a deep breath and switches back to video.]

I'm not sure where it came from.

Action.

[supercilious]

[ Fortunately (?) Arthur isn't yet awake - he's sprawled unconscious on top of the covers, even though he should be up and busy. But the noise of Merlin fumbling frantically wakes him, and he blinks blearily, unused to coming awake without one of Merlin's stupidly cheerful expressions still ringing in his ears. ]

[ Also, he's still mostly dressed, in that godawful servant's outfit, and his head is killing him, and his memory of the night before is rather fuzzy, as a whole. Quietly, he groans, struggling to sit himself up. ]

Action.

[pratservant]

[He'd managed to put the top back on the pumpkin long enough for him to catch his breath. That wasn't a dragon. This is all just a side-effect of too much ale. Too much strange, clear ale. A tray full of it.]

[Merlin glances back over his shoulders with wide eyes when he hears Arthur coming around.]

Good morning, Sire!

[LOUD. Why is he so loud?]

[In his arms, the pumpkin and its imaginary dragon starts to shake.]

Action.

[supercilious]

[ Finally Arthur manages to sit himself up, scrubbing at his face and wincing at Merlin's greeting. ]

For the love of god, don't talk.

[ The noise irritates him. Arthur slides over to the edge of the bed and looks down at his boots, arms flopped on his knees and tousled he'd low. His boots. Which are still on. He seems to have mislaid his shirt somewhere, though. Eventually another thought occurs to him. ]

What time is it?

[ Didn't he just tell Merlin not to talk? On the plus side, he hasn't even noticed the pumpkins yet, let alone the one rattling in Merlin's grip. ]

Action.

[pratservant]

[Merlin presses his lips together and wraps his arms around the pumpkin. And when it chirps...he does too. Obviously he's still a little drunk.]

Time? Time! Yes! It's almost time for your lunch, which I'll go prepare now, right now.

[Though the last thing that Arthur probably wants is food. ...And the last thing Merlin wants is to run anywhere. He turns towards the door and the room spins again.]

Oh. Oh god.

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[pratservant]

[Well, the cat's sort of out of the bag now. Or the dragon's out of the pumpkin.]

I have no idea where it came from.

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[pratservant]

I'm not sure. Seems...different. The way that we're different from other people who come through the door.

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[medicatus]

[ . . . ]

Merlin - [ she just. points at the general direction of the screen since she is sure of what she had seen. ]

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[pratservant]

[Merlin takes a breath. This is actually getting a little easier - easy enough to joke about it.]

It followed me home?

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[medicatus]

A dragon followed you home?

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[pratservant]

Would that really be so hard to believe?