Room 303, Wednesday Morning
May. 27th, 2009 02:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bitchprinceArthur wasn't entirely sure what had happened after he'd returned from radio last night. This was probably a good thing. What had he earned that pillow for anyway?
... All things considered, it was probably also a good thing that Merlin didn't have a mobile phone for Arthur to have the number of, because the voicemails may have been... many.
Of course, all of this amounted to the fact that when he finally did wake up, about half an hour late, half-dressed and in his own bed (with his nightshirt still dumped on the floor where he'd left it last night before things started to go insane) he had a headache that pounded harder than a hammer, or something like it.
Give him a few moments to realise he had a spar scheduled this morning. Just give him that.
[[ for one big-eared manservant, please ]]
... All things considered, it was probably also a good thing that Merlin didn't have a mobile phone for Arthur to have the number of, because the voicemails may have been... many.
Of course, all of this amounted to the fact that when he finally did wake up, about half an hour late, half-dressed and in his own bed (with his nightshirt still dumped on the floor where he'd left it last night before things started to go insane) he had a headache that pounded harder than a hammer, or something like it.
Give him a few moments to realise he had a spar scheduled this morning. Just give him that.
[[ for one big-eared manservant, please ]]
