Room 303, Sunday Morning
Feb. 1st, 2009 07:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bitchprinceArthur hated the whole damned world. And mornings. And sunlight. And anything that moved. And Hannibal. He hated Hannibal quite a lot.
He supposed he had to give Merlin a free pass for getting him some water the previous night (it had been Merlin, right?), but otherwise, not a single creature living or dead escaped his hatred.
He shoved the covers over his head and resolved to get up some time between in a million years and never.
[[ open room is an open post, yay! door's closed! ]]
He supposed he had to give Merlin a free pass for getting him some water the previous night (it had been Merlin, right?), but otherwise, not a single creature living or dead escaped his hatred.
He shoved the covers over his head and resolved to get up some time between in a million years and never.
[[ open room is an open post, yay! door's closed! ]]
