Room 303, Thursday Morning After Classes

[bitchprince]

Arthur had had to put on spandex for class. It had taken work. It had taken effort. And it had become completely impossible to get rid of, which explained why he stomped into 303 still in his suit.

Red and gold spandex looked nice on him, yes, like many things, but Up With It he would not put. He sat down on the bed and got to unlacing his boots as soon as possible while he waited for Merlin to show up and help him out.

Once the boy was gone, he'd be far more comfortable.

[[ for the ears, at first, and then open to anyone after now that he's back to being dressed properly ]]

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[bitchprince]

Arthur rolled his eyes once, and expressively. He checked his wrists now that they were free.

"I'm sure I would've found a way," he said, "Maybe something involving the door."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I would have liked to see that."

Was this glued to his arse or something?

[bitchprince]

"Unfortunately, you won't, as I've chosen to make due with my absolutely ridiculous manservant," Arthur told him, getting a bit of cheer back in his voice.

He was also of the opinion it might have been glued on when he wasn't looking.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin rolled his eyes and pushed at Arthur's back lightly. "Lay on the bed so we can get the rest off."

Really, there was something to be said about not noticing crushes when you were too busy being annoyed.

[bitchprince]

"You mean you can't do it from there?"

Now he was just being a cheeky prat.

He did obediently go to lay back on the bed, though. The spandex seemed to be cutting off the flow of blood to his legs or something.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin ran his hand down Arthur's leg, looking for a bit of give that he could grip. So far? Nothing but smooth fabric. "This is bloody impossible."

[bitchprince]

"I think the door's still looking for a job," Arthur said. It was like helping, except the complete opposite.

He did lift a leg in the end, though. What? Maybe it would help.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Only if it's willing to put up with a prat for a boss," Merlin replied drly. "I'd offer to try magic, but..."

[bitchprince]

"Please, that door would die to have me for an employer," Arthur informed him, trying to yank on his own trousers from there. "But?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I'd rather not have to explain why you can't father an heir should it go wrong." Merlin was a cruel man.

[bitchprince]

"You are not getting your magic anywhere near that," Arthur ordered him, with less confidence than he should strictly feel.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Not on purpose!" Probably.

He tugged on the leg harder.

[bitchprince]

"That's encouraging, Merlin. Your bedside manner is without fault," Arthur muttered, as at least part of the leg of the suit began to come loose.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Oh, stop being such a girl," Merlin replied, letting go of the bottom to grab the bunched up fabric on Arthur's thighs.

[bitchprince]

"You can't talk to me like that," Arthur told him, automatically. "Besides, you're in no place to judge. You have no masculinity whatsoever."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin just shot him a look. "I'm not the one covered in this fabric."

[bitchprince]

"I look good in this fabric," Arthur reminded him, "It's just that it's also bloody well insane."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I noticed." Merlin tugged harder, managing to fall ass over head on the floor with a spandex outfit in his hands.

"...ow."

[bitchprince]

All right, that was... sudden.

Arthur sat upright slowly, rubbing the back of his head, and eying the boy on the floor. "Graceful."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Got you out of it, right?"

[bitchprince]

"You didn't break your back or anything, right?"

Arthur leaned one arm on his now thankfully spandexless thigh.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"No." Merlin sat up, rubbing said back. "Can we burn this now?"

[bitchprince]

"Not in the room, unless you want to light it on fire." Beat. "But yes."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I can practice not setting the preserve on fire."

[bitchprince]

"If you think you can manage that," Arthur told him, magnanimously. "Get off the floor, will you?"