Woods Outside Camelot, Tuesday Morning

[bitchprince]

This was a horrible idea.

Arthur could attest to that much. Camelot wasn't exactly the safest place for two girls from Fandom-- for many reasons. But. Well. His thoughts had started to slow their wandering process back towards his mother's grave, but he was still feeling a little out of it, a little distant, and that made him antsy at the same time. He had no idea what to do with it all.

So it was easy to let Merlin field this, and to find up here: out in the woods where no patrol would find them, staring at the portal as it shaped itself between the trees, and waiting.

He shifted his feet, restless.

[[ for two girls and a boy. ]]

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[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo didn't mind portals to Camelot anywhere near as much as she did portals that were supposed to go to St. Louis and ended up in Camelot, so when she stepped out, she was actually smiling. Not sardonically, not in a I am savoring the thought of how I'm going to metaphorically eat you alive kind of way, but an actual, genuine, honest-to-god smile.

"Well, fancy meetin' you boys here," she drawled.

[bitchprince]

Arthur's head jerked up at the familiar voice. "Were you expecting someone else?" he asked, missing his cue by just a few seconds.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yeah. Didn't get the memo, did ya? The grand high poobah of the Rotary Club," Katchoo answered, the smile threatening to twitch into more of a smirk, at least at one corner of her mouth.

". . . nah, actually, we were just lookin' for this prince and a w --" Ahem. "Wacky servant of his. Know where we can find anyone like that?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Or just anyone who wants to take this cake before one of us falls over, me or it?" said.... a really tall cake.

There might have been a Francine behind it somewhere, but... she might have gone a little overboard, too.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Um." Hey, Merlin was an even worse choice out of the four of them, okay?

[bitchprince]

That was ... a very large cake.

Arthur eyed Merlin. He wasn't really being expected to do the heavy lift-- oh, it was Merlin, of course he was.

He reached for the cake. Grudgingly. "Thank you, Merlin, you continue to be so very helpful and well-spoken."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Oh, pfft," said Francine to that, her arms now free, but her eyes narrowing at the cake-bearing prince. "He took that just to get out of getting hugged, didn't he."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"I'm not takin' that bet," Katchoo announced, heading Merlin's way with, quite possibly, the intention of hugging him.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin paused for a moment before nodding. "Let's just go with yes," he said, arms out for that hug.

[bitchprince]

"I'm not trying to avoid anything," Arthur argued, from behind the giant cake. He was also lying. Arthur + hugs = water + oil, thank you very much. "For the love of God."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine huffed. "Merlin will obviously just have to get twice as many, then." Because that would show Arthur. Yes.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"At least," agreed Katchoo, going in for said hug. Extra-demonstratively.

So nyeah, or something, Arthur.

"Since, y'know, I had a few saved up for His Majesty over there, and it'd suck for 'em to go to waste."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...you save hugs for Arthur?"

[bitchprince]

"Don't go out of your way," Arthur said, with a little roll of his eyes, and turned around so he could find some bag to stuff the cake into. What, were they planning a picnic for the horde?

[thatsamilkshake]

"It's not like she gives them out to very many other people," Francine pointed out logically.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"You don't even need more than one hand to count 'em on," added Katchoo. "Geez, whaddya take me for, a touchy-feely person?"

Don't answer that, Francine.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Well, when he puts the cake down, you can hug him all you like." While Merlin took pictures. Lots of them.

[bitchprince]

Oh sure, say that right as Arthur finished putting the cake in one of the saddle bags. (It was only slightly ruined in the process.) "...Let's not."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Not while I don't have my camera out!" Francine agreed. ...Sort of.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo pretended to crack her knuckles and get ready to charge. "So get a move on with the camera, Francie, geez!"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I have my phone!" Merlin, stop being helpful.

[bitchprince]

"Oh, for the love of God," Arthur groaned.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine had her phone too; she just didn't have it out and primed to take pictures.

Until she did.

"Say processed orange cheese product!"