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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[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.

[bitchprince]

"Give me some of that," Arthur instructed. He was sort of starting to heat up a bit.

Not that he'd been cold in the first place. Beyond ineptitude on the part of the castle planners.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin handed over half of it, chewing on what was left. "Did you find biscuits?"

[bitchprince]

"Look in the bag," Arthur hazarded. He actually didn't know at all, and he was a bit too busy chewing on his own end of jerky now to add to it.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin rolled his eyes and pulled out some sort of dried fruit treat and then... well yes there were biscuits. "Oreos. I don't think I've had those before."

[bitchprince]

"You and biscuits," Arthur sighed, yanking off another end of dried meat before putting the remaining stuff down on the nightstand.

He threw an arm over Merlin's chest under the covers. Warm. Er.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...I like them," Merlin said, putting them aside because he had an arm over his chest now.

[bitchprince]

"I noticed."

He was painstakingly manhandling Merlin into proper snuggling warming position now.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin grinned and put his hands back in their proper place under Arthur's shirt. "Like you don't have things you enjoy."

[bitchprince]

"I enjoy manly foods," Arthur told him, "Like steak. Or boar. I haven't had boar in a while..."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"They have pork," Merlin suggested. Even if it didn't taste the same.

[bitchprince]

"Well, that's hardly a substitute, is it?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...there's always venison?"

[bitchprince]

"Hard to find, though," he pointed out. "It's all backwards."

Now that he was warmer, though, he was starting to sound a bit less crabby.