Room 325, Saturday Morning

[bitchprince]

Arthur was not always the most elegant to rise.

Especially not when he had someone's hands stuck in his armpits and the blanket was half-off the bed and the usual 'privacy time now' bowl of peanuts outside had frozen overnight (he was going to swear up a storm afterward about having to pay the squirrels extra for the privacy).

"Bloody hell," Arthur said - that was good morning, of a kind. "Who left the window open?"

The lack of lights wasn't nearly as impressive.

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Ha. Ha." There was a pause. "We'll need food."

[bitchprince]

"There's peanuts," Arthur ventured, "But I was planning to use those to keep on bribing the squirrels."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin hummed. "How far is the common room?"

[bitchprince]

"Twenty-four rooms down the hall," Arthur said, dryly, and focused on his warm toes to avoid thinking about his cold armpits.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

They were slowly warming! And it wasn't like Arthur's feet were all lovely warm pressed against Merlin's calves, you know.

"We could make a run for food and then come back."

[bitchprince]

Arthur eyed him.

It lasted a few long seconds.

"Fine," he said, finally, "If you must be such a worrywart."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I'd rather not starve," Merlin replied. "...and it's your turn to venture out."

[bitchprince]

"...Oh, come now." He got another look for his trouble. "Are you really that scared of the cold?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I got the blanket, you can get the food."

[bitchprince]

"That wasn't a bargaining situation!"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Do you want me to get cold again?" OH SNAP, ARTHUR.

[bitchprince]

"You are such a coward," Arthur retorted. "Fine. I'll fix it." He pulled away the blankets.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin grinned far too much at that. "See if they have biscuits!"

A beat.

"AND MEAT!"

[bitchprince]

"I'm not doing this to take your requests, Merlin," Arthur retorted, snagged a bag, and promptly stalked his way out of the room.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin managed to get out of bed just long enough to grab the last blanket and arrange something like a blanket fort. There were pillows for support, alright?

It worked.

And now he waited for food.

[bitchprince]

"I have food," Arthur announced, shoving open the door.

He was freezing. Absolutely freezing.

He was not going to admit to it.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I got another blanket," Merlin informed him brightly from his warm, warm nest of warmness.

[bitchprince]

"You're an ingrate," Arthur said, with feeling, practically diving into bed without as much as taking his clothes of. "I'm fairly sure you planned this. But I have... Stuff."

He hadn't checked.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Stuff is good," Merlin assured him, going for the bag as Arthur warmed himself up.

[bitchprince]

Arthur shoved the bag at him and pulled the covers over his shoulders. This was one of very few instances in which he approved of the notion of a blanket fort.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Grabbing the first item in it, Merlin tilted his head. "What's a 'soy sauce'?"

[bitchprince]

"A sauce made of soy, I'd imagine." He sidled up to Merlin.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...which is?"

[bitchprince]

"Some herb."

Helpful!

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

...yes. Merlin very wisely set it aside. "Oh! Dried meat!"

His day was maaaade.