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Room 325, LATE Sunday Night
Nov. 16th, 2009 07:03 amOkay, so Merlin's transformation back to normal had not been ideal. Not that Arthur should have assumed it would be. They were talking about Merlin, after all, who managed to explore the boundaries of not ideal in ways that exceeded human comprehension (or at least sane human comprehension).
He had also been a bird for a week, Arthur had been troubled in general, and he was going to take this opportunity with both hands to restore some sanity (or the unique brand of insanity Merlin carried like a disease) to his life.
Which is to say he shoved Merlin into his room as soon as they'd managed to escape Katchoo's evil clutches and make their way here, with nary a second tarried between rooms. "You can borrow some of mine," he said, without prompting.
He was such a gentle soul.
[[ for the ears ]]
He had also been a bird for a week, Arthur had been troubled in general, and he was going to take this opportunity with both hands to restore some sanity (or the unique brand of insanity Merlin carried like a disease) to his life.
Which is to say he shoved Merlin into his room as soon as they'd managed to escape Katchoo's evil clutches and make their way here, with nary a second tarried between rooms. "You can borrow some of mine," he said, without prompting.
He was such a gentle soul.
[[ for the ears ]]
