bitchprince | Room 325, Sunday Afternoon

Bored. Bored bored bored. A morning spent in the salle had not alleviated Arthur's enormous helping of boredom. He needed to distract himself. With no weapons allowed in the dorms, it had been a bit difficult (if not impossible, but he'd put it aside after a while) to work on Merlin's not-really-a-Christmas-present-anymore, so that was out, too.

He had already put Francine's sweater away as far as he could (it wasn't that he didn't appreciate the gesture. It was just that it wasn't... well, you know. He was trying to be nice, and it was decent craftsmanship, but it kept reminding him of Merlin's absurd obsession with items of clothing his mother had made), poked around the room, tried the Teevee (still not pleasant, especially without the distraction of someone in the room) and gone through the first chapter of Salammbo.

Nothing.

Which was why, by the time the middle of the afternoon rolled around, there was a dog sitting on Arthur's floor.

"Stay. Just-- no. Stay."

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"Building?" Interior design wasn't 'building', Merlin.

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Arthur rolled his eyes. "Try sports, Merlin."

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"...You don't even know them here."

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"You could find some hockey." Oh, please. Like Arthur hadn't looked into that. Or built a whole KKG meeting around it. "It's good and violent."

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Merlin just sighed. "I'll look."

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"You do that, and I'll eat."

It was shaping up to be a good afternoon after all. He took yet another bite of the swan and propped himself up against the cushions, looking a bit closer to content. "Anything spectacular happen today that I don't know about?"

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"...I brought you a swan." A beat. "And Gawain didn't try to bite me when I hugged him this morning."

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"Well, that's good," Arthur said, a little dryly. "His walking's coming along." Chew.

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"...shouldn't he be more interested in learning to fly?"

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"With those piddling wings of his?" Arthur said, shooting him a dry look. "Right now you'd be more good in the air with those flimsy little arms you've got."

Edited Date: 2009-12-28 02:59 pm (UTC)

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"He'll be getting there!"

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"But not right now, and we'll want him to be obedient when the time comes," he replied. "Brynmor?" The dog trotted up towards the edge of the bed.

One more animal in this menagerie and they would probably officially become That Gay Couple.

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"Brynne is obedient!" For treats.

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"Now she is."

Or Arthur being properly alpha dog. He was, strangely enough, quite good at it.

He gave Merlin a light shove with his foot at the same time he gave the dog a pet over the head.

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He would be.

"Now that you've taken an interest," Merlin pointed out.

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Arthur rolled his eyes theatricaly. "I'm just that good," he decided. "Anyway, you just need to channel Owain's instincts better. Might keep him from scratching you up like a cat's favorite toy."

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"He's gotten better!" Now that he seemed to think Merlin might be his mother.

Sigh.

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Merlin could be the mother. Arthur would be his potent, powerful... trainer.

"So you claim. I still have my doubts." He finished off the very last chunk and shoved the plate aside, prodding at Merlin with his foot again.

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"Are you going to keep kicking me?"

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"Please. If I was kicking you, you'd feel it," Arthur informed him, primly. In that way that wasn't prim at all. "Come here."

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Merlin rolled his eyes and did as asked, flopping over next to him. "You ought to get some movies. The have this thing on the internet where you just pick them and they're sent to you."

It was called Amazon.com. It was magical.

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"You're the one with this obsession with movies," Arthur pointed out to him. Not at all enjoying the new burst of bodyheat, thank you. "I just indulge you from time to time."

All right, watching them with Merlin wasn't so bad. That generally distracted him from how noisy it was.

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"You enjoyed some of them. With the explosions," Merlin replied, waving his hands to signify the boom part.

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Arthur rolled his eyes. "Marginally," he said, subtly shifting enough that more body parts were in contact with Merlin's.

Not dirty, actually. He was suddenly acutely aware of how rare anything like this had been back home.

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Merlin stifled that little 'YAYSNUGGLING' voice in the back of his head for being girly and only making Arthur call him on it.

But he did manage to worm an arm around Arthur's waist, so score one for him. "That one in the large building, with the walking on glass bit."