Room 303, Friday Morning

[bitchprince]

Arthur was in a mood.

This wasn't much different from usual - Arthur had any number of moods that varied wildly in intensity and contents but could all, generally, be classified as moods.

However, this was, to use the local vernacular, a really fucking big one.

As was evident by the way he shoved open the door to his room. The way he'd woken up had not been ideal, and so far, it seemed to be sticking. At least he'd gotten his clothes to cover him well enough, and the island had granted him a body that could be called Amazonian and that matched his male swagger well enough, but still.

He was a girl. A bloody girl.

He shut the door behind him, then threw himself at the bed. He had no intention of leaving. Even if he'd sort of have to, for class. The ceiling received a vast smattering of interesting curses across several languages; then he gave up on that, falling silent.

He was not going to grope himself. No. He was, however, going to very, very reluctantly leave a voicemail, and then possibly threaten Morgana with death if she ever, ever mentioned this to father. Ever. Oh god.

[[ door closed, but post open ]]

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[bitchprince]

"We've got someone," Arthur told the door, "She's very good at... dressing."

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

Morgana paused before leaning against the door and raising her voice. "Whoever else is in there, make Arthur open the door!"

[bitchprince]

There was absolute silence.

Mainly because Arthur was the only one in the room.

"Honestly, Morgana," he said at last, "You're embarrassing yourself."

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

"It is not embarrassing to wish to help you," she said. "If you don't open the door, I shall have to find someone to open it for me."

No, she had no idea who could do that. But maybe Arthur didn't know that.

[bitchprince]

The door wasn't actually locked. But Arthur wasn't going to mention that.

"Do you really want to insult your decency and that of this girl with that?"

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

Morgana let out a long sigh. "Arthur, do you really have a girl in there? Honestly?"

[bitchprince]

"Honestly," Arthur told the door, "I do. Can you please leave me the dresses?" Beat. "Leave her."

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

"Arthur, is there something you need to tell me?" Morgana asked. "Let me in, and we can speak about your desire for dresses privately."

[bitchprince]

He eyed the door.

Brilliant. He could either leave her to assume even more humiliating things about him, or he could--

Open the door, yes, and hiss, "Come in." You harpy.

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

Morgana came in as soon as the door was opened, not wanting to take a chance on getting it slammed in her face again. Then, she finally got a good look at Arthur. "You can't be serious. What in the world happened to you?"

[bitchprince]

"I don't know," he ground out, "Francine says it's an island thing that'll just-- go away."

But he was wobbling. Wobbling. "I need something decent to wear until it does."

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

It was wrong to laugh, Morgana knew that. But at the same time, she just couldn't help herself. "This is your punishment for running off and leaving me a message that told me nothing about what kind of danger you might be in."

[bitchprince]

"We were fighting demons," Arthur snapped. "Did you really want me to elaborate?"

What? He finally had a target to be justifiably angry with. He shoved the door as shut as it got. "NOT A WORD, MORGANA."

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

"Demons?"! Morgana asked, because Arthur's anger was nothing compared to that. "Yes, I would have wanted you to elaborate! And what would you have me do, ignore your current body completely?"

[bitchprince]

"Merlin's friend had some magic... thing to deal with," he ponied up, grudgingly, and turned around.

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

Morgana sighed, losing some of her own anger. "Are you all right? Aside from the obvious."

[bitchprince]

"I sustained a scratch to my arm," Arthur said, dryly. "Clearly I have been horribly wounded. But Merlin exhausted himself in the process."

He muttered, rubbing at his shoulder. "And then this happened. The island is trying to humiliate me."

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

"Even you cannot escape the madness of this place," Morgana said, still laughing softly. "I don't suppose you would like me to help you get dressed?"

[bitchprince]

His eyes widened in something that was half-offense and half-latent crush that still occasionally reared its ugly, problematic head. "No," he said, "I think I can manage that."

Think being the operative word.