Room at the Arms Hotel, Saturday Morning

[bitchprince]

Like many in and around Fandom, someone was waking in this hotel room. Someone with prematurely grey hair, in fact, who happened to be draped liberally in someone else with unfairly non-grey hair.

Someone who had been sleeping quite fitfully tonight on these fancy modern sheets, thank you very much, until someone else's phone had started ringing pointlessly at the crack of dawn.

Why?

A welcome message.

Not that Arthur cared at the moment. "Mrrln!"

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[bitchprince]

"If you must," Arthur muttered, "As long as those evil pink things vaguely resemble breakfast."

Arthur was awake, therefor he was hungry.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"They have this thing called room service," Merlin whispered against Arthur's neck, giving a quick kiss before he rolled away for the phone.

[bitchprince]

"Get some, then," Arthur ordered. "Your liege demands it."

Wave hand.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Pink crown too," Merlin sang, dialing the number.

[bitchprince]

"I will murder you!" Arthur yelled.

It was slightly ineffective, coming from a heap of blankets and grey hair like that.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

After ordering, Merlin plopped back down on the bed and gave what he thought was Arthur's shoulder a pat. It might have been his hip, though. "It could even sparkle."

[bitchprince]

"I am not wearing a sparkly pink crown, Merlin," Arthur told him. "And you are far too old for stupid pranks like that."

Much like Arthur was technically too old to bitch quite like this, but...

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"And you are too old to sulk in bed."

[bitchprince]

"This is not sulking," Arthur said, though he'd finally found the strength to turn around, flopping against the sheets. "I am merely displeased because your idiotic phone woke us up."

Though he sounded less crabby now, and stretched. A bit like an old cat.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I ordered you your disgusting eggs," Merlin said, resisting the urge to give him a belly rub.

[bitchprince]

"You have absolutely no taste," Arthur told him, and finally sat up. "So. I have no doubt there will be a great deal of food and drink today... er... what else do we do at these things?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Drink? Talk to old friends..." Merlin frowned, not sure beyond that.

[bitchprince]

"Sleep more," Arthur grumbled, reaching for his trousers. "I wonder if the preserve still has those green deer..."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"You're not hunting them," Merlin warned him.

[bitchprince]

"Well, why else are they here?" Arthur whined said.

It'd been years since he last shot anything cursed. God, Merlin.

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Because Merlin made sure he didn't! I mean, c'mon, Arthur.

"What are the rules about oddly colored animals?"

[bitchprince]

"They make for interesting rugs?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Pink and green polka dots on your cloak."

[bitchprince]

"I'm fairly sure you're not allowed to threaten me," Arthur said, and picked up his shirt. "Oi."