Room 303, Saturday Morning

[bitchprince]

Hunting with Merlin hadn't done much to soothe Arthur's frazzled nerves yesterday, but the handwavey beat-up sparring session with the boy afterwards had helped. Somewhat.

All right. Not that much, but it had been funny, especially since Merlin didn't need to be patched-up afterwards (not that he worried).

He'd gone to bed miserable and angry and ready to take it out on just about anything, and now he'd woken up with something insistent pressing against the bed. Something that hadn't been there for five rather frustrating days. Well, it'd been there. Just not quite-

It would be unbecoming to claim he was happy about it. But displeased, he wasn't. With some effort, he propped himself up.

God help them all, he better be able to do something about it, or he'd slaughter the island.

[[ for the roomie, and very probably nws. um. ]]

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[future_sandworm]

They would dry, eventually.

Leto rolled on to his side, blinking, not yet ready to speak.

[bitchprince]

Absolutely fine by Arthur, who was contemplating whether to stay conscious or perhaps make like a beached whale and sleep. It was a passing thought, however- he had never been quite fond of sloth as a concept.

Relaxing, on the other hand, was nice. He listened to his breathing as it slowed back to its normal rhythm, his right arm splayed out in one direction and his left in yet another.

Much better. Possibly even than the weather. He debated the possibility of glancing at Leto, but judged it an effort.

[future_sandworm]

Leto scooted closer, and he would be quite content to sleep after this. And then perhaps some more, and then in less of a hurry.

[bitchprince]

Arthur, when he found the energy to move, was rather more concerned with the window. That is to say, the amount of sunlight coming through, and what that meant in terms of time of day. Merlin would be visiting in some time, and after that, practice; there was enough of a lack of any kind of schedule to the day that Arthur felt it was simply negligent to drop what little he could manage.

Of course, Leto being his roommate, he'd have to compromise lest his usual 'kick them out of bed as soon as possible' strategy end in small-time warfare.

Confident that there was at least some time before Merlin would show up, Arthur sagged back, allowing Leto to do whatever desperately girly clinging he felt he had to. Until he fell asleep, anyway.

Which would hopefully be soon.