Room 325, Sunday Night
Dec. 7th, 2009 04:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
There were days Arthur was very pleased to have the room all to himself. This Sunday was shaping up to be one. For example, he'd managed to block off the door to the point that it could not be opened by someone of Merlin's rather lacking constitution, which was very, very necessary.
"Isn't this supposed to wear off after a day?" he snapped at the boy. Minding him had made it close to impossible to go out and kill whatever sorceror was responsible this time.
[[ for that guy ]]
"Isn't this supposed to wear off after a day?" he snapped at the boy. Minding him had made it close to impossible to go out and kill whatever sorceror was responsible this time.
[[ for that guy ]]