Room 303, Wednesday Morning

Today was the day that Merlin's transformation was supposed to come undone. Arthur woke up as he usually did, and dressed himself somewhat haphazardly and in an annoyed kind of way. (It wasn't that he didn't know how to do it. It was just that he didn't see why he should be bothered to deal with it if he could get someone else to, which was how he approached most things outside of the realm of his duties)

A short while later into the morning, he was sat on his bed, still eying Merlin warily. He rubbed idly along the lines of the falconry glove on his hand.

Well. Nervously, if they were going to be honest.

[[ for the bird with ears ]]